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A/N2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW)
(This second Universe is starting from in idea from wade john randy slash hope they enjoy that I will be stretching the idea past just one story.)
The next Morning Randy lightly sighed when he felt he was in a bed must comfortable then the one in his apartment. Even more to his enjoyment was that he was not alone. His hand rubbed over Hunter's chest getting a content rumble from him.
"Hello Ran."
"Hello Hunt." Randy slowly moved along Hunter's side till he could reach his face slowly kissing him. On instinct his hand trailed down Hunter's body till his larger hand grabbed a hold of it.
"That's not needed." Hunter lightly told him.
"So-sor-sorry. Hu-hunter sir."
"Shhh." Hunter just lightly brushed Randy's lips. "I am not displease at you…please…you know you don't need to call me sir when we are alone." He kissed Randy's forehead rubbing his back. "While I would love to feel you again, I do need to get you back soon."
"Damn…my training…"
"It's covered…remember you are with two of the top guys in the company…well and Dave." Randy couldn't help but smile lightly at Hunter's knock against Dave. "First things first…" Hunter sighed looking down a moment. "You orders from Master Taker."
"OK."
"Your newly learned method of feeding…will be your only method for the next couple months at least."
"What?"
"I know…I hate that Taker is tossing you into using it like that. Just like the animal blood once a week should work for you. I would say if you want to more you can…but I have a feeling that is not the case."
"No…it felt good filling the need of the hunger…but." Randy sighed, Hunter lifted his Jaw kissing him again.
"I know…don't be embarrassed by it. There are more parts to it. In case you wondered for later…yes male releases also do the same thing…but for now you must stick with females. I don't know how but I am sure somehow Master Taker will know if you don't. He will also know if you go to the butcher supplier. You try to cheat he will now. The hard part, if you must actually sleep with her to get what you want…you best not allow yourself to finish…" Hunter gave a low growl looking in Randy's eyes. "Tiny traces of life still flows in your veins Randy….because of that you could still get a human pregnant. You can't let that happen."
"The way I reacted last night I doubt that a problem…but how is that possible?"
"Two things….your lower rank…also not being able to feed on human blood yet. Once their blood passed your lips you will begin to change just a little bit more. That is why the lowest of each nest is not permitted it. It keeps their blood a lovely mix of Vampire & a touch mortal…" Hunter lightly kissed Randy's neck before pulling away. "That is also why I don't understand their reluctance to taste you as I do…" His hand now tracing down Randy's body then stilled himself right over Randy's lower abs his nails every so slightly scratching Randy's skin as he flexed his hand fighting to still his raw desires. Hearing low hisses from Randy Hunter quickly moved his hand. "Sorry Ran…Maybe that is why they don't. It is so tempting to feel you between my lips again…but there is no time…Forgive me for hurting you."
Randy lightly chuckled "Hunt those tiny marks are almost like foreplay the way I get treated."
"I wish they weren't."
"May I ask you something?"
Before Hunter could answer there was a knock on the door. Hunter face grew slightly disturbed at the interruption. He gestured towards the foot of the bed & Randy quickly moved stretching by Hunter's legs & feet.
"Who is it?"
"Dave…the whelp hiding with you?"
"He is not hiding…I have all right to have him in here with me. I had to give him his orders."
"May I enter."
"Yes."
The door opens Dave's eyes scan hungrily over the young vampire curled near the foot on the bed. "You haven't spoiled him yet this morning have you?" He voice a low growl.
"You have no time for that, he needs to be able to wrestle remember that. Randy?"
"Yes Hunter Sir?"
"Go get freshened up so we can return you home."
"Yes Hunter Sir." Randy began to move till Dave's hand grabbed his shoulder.
"What you doing Dave?"
"I'll entertain his ability to wrestle…" A cold evil smile on the Animal's face. "That does not stop his mouth from working though." He looked down at Randy. "On your knees whelp & make me your breakfast." Randy tried not to sigh as he lowered to his knees opening Dave's dress slacks he was in. He was already hard waiting for him. Randy brought his lips close, he almost gagged at the unusual odor. "Come on whelp be snappy…as Hunter says you don't have all day." Randy swallowed the bile he was feeling as he slowly took Dave between his lips. It had a faintly soured taste to him not even remotely enjoyable.
Dave laughed at Randy's displeasure. "Damn The Master's right he don't care for the taste of women after all?"
"What the fuck you do Dave?" Hunter snapped. Dave pulled away from Randy stuffing himself away. With a cold smirk heading for the door.
"While the whelp here was double stuffed by you & the Master I had some fun with our treat…" He lightly shrugs an oh well look to his face. "I guess I forgot to shower yet." Dave laughs leaving the room Randy just hunching forward feeling ill.
"That bastard." Hunter growled moving from the bed helping Randy to his feet & the bathroom to shower & dress. Hunter hates he couldn't beat the piss out of Dave at his antics. He wanted Randy to blow him just to torture him…it wasn't even a pleasure thing, just strait torture. After Randy got out Hunter escorted him personally in a town car to the OVW building knowing a limo would draw too much attention.
Randy threw on a pair of sunglasses before he got out the car.
"Where the hell you been man?" John yelled at him sitting on the short wall outside the place. In a tee shirt, track pants & his ring boots. "Davis is about to shit bricks in there. Also who dropped you off? Why did you need to be dropped off?"
"Not now John…" He placed a hand to his head.
"When you did a little extra partying without me Randy?"
"Something like that. An old associate of my dad's wanted to meet me. He isn't exactly the type of man you say no to if you want to go anywhere." Randy slowly walked past John stealing his can of soda.
"HEY!" John followed after him trying to get his drink back but Randy was playing keep away. John growled in frustration. "Fine you buying me a new one later." Randy couldn't help feel a little stirred at the brief growl, he knew it was not meant that way, just the tone of it. He cursed himself still walking.
"Fine Johnny I promise…I'll buy lunch."
"I would be happy with a new can."
"It's not a problem." Reaching the ring they soon hear Davis blow a whistle stopping the action in the ring.
"Well if it isn't the all high & might Orton deciding to grace us with his presence. Think you done learning boy?"
"No sir." Randy answered through gritted teeth. "I was called to a meeting last night."
"Meeting?"
"Yes…Mr. Flair was in town early…" Randy offered a slow knowing smirk "You know how Ric can be Mr. Davis sir. We hung out later then I had planned."
Davis shook his head slowly. "Very well just keep better tabs Orton, you ever get your butt out of here they won't want to hear you missed a show or a flight because you were busy having a good time with Flair."
"Yes sir won't happen again." Randy replied with a venom fill cocky attitude he knew he could never have around the others. Humans on the other hand were a different story, they try to disrespect him he would shoot it right back at them.
Once again that was where John was different. John could get away with giving Randy a piss load of shit & he would let him, like him snapping when he got out of the car. Then again Randy knew John did it because he was worried about his career. He did it to be caring or just tease him. John never seemed to do it to be mean.
Randy headed for the locker room at first not noticing John had followed him. He started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing removing it before throwing it in his locker pulling out his ring boots & shorts he used for training. Just as he started to get out of the jeans he was in he heard a faint sigh & he stopped looking over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed studying John who was straddling the bench near by. He had one knee bent up on his jaw, his foot flat on the bench.
"What you doing John?"
"Just waiting for you." Randy shook his head a moment the tone of John's voice he half wondered if there was a hidden meaning to such a simple statement.
"Shouldn't you be with the rest of the group?"
"Nope…Davis already appointed me to stay after hours with ya…"
"Oh…Well do you need to watch me?"
John laughs, it was such a warm laugh. "Making you nervous Randy?"
"What? Hell no…" His nervousness may of showed a bit when he laughed turning to face the locker removing his jeans. "I just don't want people thinking you one of….those guys." He heard John moving bracing but just started to slid the tight shorts on.
"Well you don't think I'm one of those guys do you Randy?"
"John in the six months I known you…how many girls have I seen you leave bars with?"
"I don't keep a tally sheet." John jokes. "You can't possibly think I am one of those guys anyways…if you did you wouldn't dare has your ass exposed like that."
"JOHN!" Randy yelled feeling his skin flush as he almost jumped pulling the shorts up the rest of the way. Turning to face John who was now stretched on his back on the bench lightly laughing, his head away from Randy, his legs now both on each side of the bench. Randy tried not to gulp his eyes trailing up John's legs, granted the track pants were loose so he couldn't make out the shape of his legs but Randy knew them well by now when they trained.
Randy shook his head moving his eyes away from John's spread legs & open groin. "Um…Shouldn't you finish changing yourself?"
"Oh…yeah...guess I should…just thinking." John joked as he sat up bracing his hands in front of him on the bench as he stood. His eyes locked on Randy's just a moment with the tiniest of smiles before he stood upright moving to his locker removing his shirt & then started to pull off the track pants already having his ring shorts on under them.
Randy just watched him a moment he had to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him. Did John smirk at him as if he knew something? The way John was acting was out of character for him. It was almost as if John wanted Randy to be watching him. Was he playing with him? Was he making passes at him? No he couldn't be….not John…he was too clean cut for that. Plus as he already established John in his own clean cut way was his own Ladies man.
"Hello earth to Randy?" He shook his head looking at John. "Um you spaced out man you sure you ok?"
"Yeah." He gave a weak smile towards John. "Like Davis pointed out Ric likes to party hard…guess I just zoned."
"OK If you sure." John turned leaving the locker room Randy followed after him picking up the last couple hours of training. The other trainees left hitting the showers while Davis started going over what he wanted worked on for Randy with him & John.
"You start pulling this diva shit with me Orton I'll drop your ass I don't give a shit if you third generation or chummy with the Nature Boy. You got me?"
"Yes Mr. Davis." Randy thinking he would like to get him alright, get him by his scrawny neck watching him wiggle like a worm on a hook.
"I'll be in the office." He walked always from the two guys as they started to work.
"I'm still trying to figure how I ended up your babysitter." John complained hooking up with Randy. The move changed to a go behind, John's hands locking tight around Randy's waist.
"Guess he sees something in you Johnny." Randy told him as he tried to grab a hold of John's hands first prying them apart, but then move to slide them over his hips to force the grip apart, that almost worked till John recinched the hold briefly taking Randy off his feet and to the mat.
Randy grunted at the weight his teeth baring slightly before he could recompose himself. "I take it back…how could he see anything in you...you damned ox!" John quickly let go moving off of him.
"So-sorry Randy…" John's eyes were down worry on his face.
Randy rolled on to his back looking at John the rage washed from his face. "It's ok John…I didn't mean it…just stress."
"What stress you under that no one else is."
"I wasn't going to tell anyone yet…actually I shouldn't."
"What come on you can tell me."
"No…" Before Randy could move to sit up John moved sitting near his waist. "What the hell John?"
"Come on Randy…what's wrong?"
"Don't worry about it." He went to push John off him but knew at least to begin with he couldn't make it too easy. "Just get off."
"Not till you talk Randy."
"Come on we are suppose to be working not playing…Move." He went to push John harder this time realizing the boy was almost pure muscle. John took Randy's hand pinning them above his head looking with a impish smile emphasized by Johns huge dimples. "Come on John enough."
"Come on Randy if you can't get me off how you plan on getting larger guys off?" Randy's chest slowly raises a little more once again his mind reading something behind that comment. He closed his eyes to focus as he tried to rock his body from side to side before he had to momentum to flip John off of him. Before he actually flipped him Randy faintly though he heard John's own breath turning faintly irregular.
Flipping their position Randy was now on top of John his legs spread out, Randy's waist pressing against John's groin. Randy some how now managed to have John's hands pinned above his head.
"What the fuck you playing at John?" Randy almost growled the words as he looked down at him with a predatory gaze. John looked a little worried as he saw Randy's steel gray eyes getting faintly darker. John's licked his lips as he tried to form words in his brain to say out loud.
"I-I don't fully know what I am doing Randy…" John tried topull from his grip & it became like a steel trap. John's breath quickened in panic struggling under Randy's hold. He knew he should have been able to over power Orton. "Randy…please…get off man." Randy leaned more weight against John's groin actually getting a strangled moan from the young man. His face close to John's where their breath could actually mix with each other.
"I don't know if you are attracted to me…or this some sick game someone talked you into John…" Randy's voice dripped with it's venomous tone radiating with danger. "But stop it now before you get hurt."
With that Randy quickly got off of John sliding from the ring making his way to the locker room not caring if Davis blew a fuse or not. Randy gave a low groan resting his head against his locker, he felt so heated, he wanted John so bad…feel him even more…touch him…taste his lips, taste everything about him. He couldn't though…no mater what he wished he couldn't. He had such a bulge as the ring tights offered little resistance. He cupped a hand over it wishing it would go away. Have it be like the times he served & was not permitted to finish…to just go away leaving him in sweat agony of it.
"Randy?" John's voice showed he was worried as did his face if Randy had tried to look at it.
"John please…not now."
"I'm sorry…" Randy could tell John wasn't too close to him.
"Just forget it…John I value you as a friend…a good friend…pl-please…"
"I don't know if I can forget it…It was wrong."
"Just tell me…which is it?"
Randy cringed a little feeling odd rubbing himself to try to ease the discomfort in front of the cause even if he was trying to block the fact.
"I-I…" John started then stopped "It's not a sick game. No one talked me into it Randy." John swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I'm fl-flattered John…but we ca-can't."
Randy jumped a little a shutter through his body feeling John touch his back.
"Why not?"
"We just can't."
"Please…tell me…" John running his hand up Randy's back. "I see the reaction I am having on you Randy…or is it just the friction?"
"Damn it Johnny don't do this…I can't do this." Randy went to pull away from John knowing he already saw him cupping himself it didn't matter. John went to grab Randy by the shoulder to stop him still wanting an answer. Almost faster then John could blink Randy had him pinned against the lockers his mouth firmly pressed to John's his tongue begging entry which John panted faintly allowing Randy's tongue to brush his. Randy growled with the kiss his hands feeling John's firm sides down to his waist. His hands began to grab a hold of the waistband of his tights but then stopped Throwing his head back in almost a snarl. "DAMN YOU CENA!" Randy very quickly moved away from John, moving into the rest room shutting himself in one of the stalls.
John was breathless trying to take in all that happened. Things were growing hot & heavy one moment, the next Randy snapped storming off. John walked to his locker pulling out his towel stripping out of his gear before heading for the showers.
John turned the spray on the cool side hoping to cool himself down as he was near full mass after the feel of Randy's tongue taking over his mouth they body's so close to each other. John braced one hand on the wall in front of him as he took a hold of himself beginning to pump. He faintly moaned knowing the only one who might remotely hear him was Randy himself & at this point John didn't care if Randy hear him or not…maybe in a way he wanted him to.
John's sounds did carry from the shower room to the bath stalls where he was for lack of a term hiding. Randy squirmed a bit his hands gripping into his own legs hoping the pain would sweep the feeling growing in his loins being made even hotter hearing the source of his new obsession.
He knew he couldn't crack…not here…not now…sadly not ever. He panted hearing John over & over moaning. He couldn't take it he had to at least see him. As he made his way to the room he wondered why he even tempted himself. He saw John's back the water running over it & over his ass.
"Co-couldn't re-resist the sh-show co-could you Ran-Randy." John panted with his strokes not even turning his head to look.
"I'm sure the front is more impressive." Randy cursed himself the moment the words left his mouth wondering what the hell he was doing. John moved his hand turning the water off before he turned bracing his back on the wall looking at Randy. Hooking his free hand over the shower head to brace himself.
"Li-like this Randy?" He asked as he bit his lip moaning deeper. "Li-like the fa-fact you make me so heated?"
Randy groaned his mouth almost salivating watching John's body how it moved as he touched himself.
"Come on Ra-Randy…I-I wo-won't bite."
"No but I might." Randy faintly whispered to himself, he slowly moved closer feeling like a moth to a flame & John's body was that flame. Randy placed a hand next to John's head the younger man looking in Randy's eyes.
"Pl-please tou-touch me…" John's voice dripped with his need. "Ju-Just this once…" Randy closed his eyes stilling his breath as he leaned to kiss John. He kept the kiss soft as he took his other hand wrapping it around John's shaft allowing John to take his own away as Randy began to stroke him. He groaned slightly an odd blend to the tone of John's moans. His heated groans grew when he felt John's firm hand groping him through the tights.
"Damn John…"
"Ye-yeah Randy..so…so close…" John licked his lips again. John head pressed hard against the wall as he came pumping his hips a few more times against Randy's hand. "Damn man." John panted as his kissed Randy trying to work Randy's shorts down. Randy pulled his lips from John's
"Jo-John…" Randy Panted. "I-I-I Ca-can't ple-please stop."
"Please Randy…let me return the feeling…"
"No…I can't….I shouldn't have even done that." He pulled himself away from John his eyes swam with pain. "I'm sorry…" Randy turned running for the shower room throwing his pants on over the ring gear just changing his shoes before he rushed from the building. John slumped against the wall cursing himself, why couldn't Randy just let go? Was there someone already was that why? Did he ruin a good friendship over a few moments of pleasure? John had to get himself in check before he would punch a wall. He turned the water back on to clean himself & have the water wash his release down the drain. John dried himself before getting dressed hoping if he leaves things along for a day or two maybe it can be put behind them & act like it never happened.
Randy got back to the apartment glad to see it empty this time he made his way to the bed falling back on it. He pulled out his phone his hand shook as he dialed a number. "Hunter?…I screwed up…but Hun….Yes sir…of course sir…" Randy sighed closing his eyes wondering what punishment would fall to him once his creator arrived there.
(What did Hunter tell him on the phone? What sort of punishment is in Randy's future? How will John & Randy's friendship be after this? Please review.)