I told you guys that if you REALLY wanted a chapter 2, you'd get one! And here it is! All the reviews I received for chapter 1 were very positive and many of you were begging me for a sequel. Well, maybe not begging. You did say please though. Haha and how could I deny you all! So without further a due, here we go!

WARNING: This may get to violent for some. Abuse, self-harm, rape, and all that fun stuff (jk) will be included.

(Side Note: This one won't be all from Zack's POV like chapter 1 and also, John's divorce happens 1 year earlier in this story than it actually did in real life.)

Chapter 2: A Broski Always at his Side

John woke up the next morning with a steady heartbeat in his ear. And just like that, everything from the night before came rushing back. How he'd called Matt at almost midnight to come to his room. How he'd told Matt that he needed him. How amazing it felt to have Matt kiss him, hold him, and make love to him. How he'd let Matt take him, something he hadn't let any man do since…

Since Randy.

Randy Orton.

And just as fast as all the fun and happy memories came to him, they disappeared and turned into dark, depressing ones.

He looked up at Matt and saw how beautiful he looked sleeping. He didn't want to disturb him, so he quietly moved his head from Matt's chest and carefully got out of bed.

"Pants, pants, pants…" he whispered to himself searching for something to throw on over his naked lower half. One he found the discarded pair of sweats he'd worn the night before he quickly slipped them on and made his way into the bathroom. Once inside he closed the door and locked it, needing to be alone. Needing to be alone with his thoughts.

'Was this a mistake?' he thought. 'No. No it wasn't. Matt is a good guy. A GREAT guy… but, didn't he take advantage of me? Just like everyone else in my life has? Liz, Vince, Ran- … Don't even think about him or any of those people John. You can't let them and their mistakes dictate the rest of your life.'

As John silently debated with the voices in his head, he looked in the mirror and his eyes went directly to the old scars on his torso, some noticeable and some not very. The ones put there by a man he used to love with all his heart. A man he used to call his best friend and then later on his partner. His life partner. He thought Randy loved him. Sometimes he still thinks he did, but then he remembers the beatings. The verbal and physical beatings. How Randy made him feel worthless and disgusting. Back then he convinced himself that it was his own fault. Randy was right to call him a pathetic, useless piece of shit.

But it wasn't his fault. Randy was just a monster. A drug and alcohol filled monster that needed serious help.

Why did he have to fall in love with Randy?

Why did he have to let Randy ruin his life?

Why did Randy hurt him?

Bad memories. All the bad memories began to flood back into Johns head like a sickness. His eyes began to water as he started to recall his relationship with Randy.

The good times… and the bad times.

FLASHBACK

(3 Years Ago, April 2010)

"Fucking bitch! God dammit!" John was screaming and throwing furniture, lamps, anything that wasn't nailed down in the hotel room.

"John, calm down! Control yourself!" Randy screamed back trying to get John to stop going totally insane.

John glared at Randy. "How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? Huh?! That bitch maxed out almost all my credit cards! She's been using me this entire time! I mean… why would she do that?" John's last sentence came out with more sorrow than anger. And Randy noticed.

"Come here man" Randy said to John and opened his arms. John walked over to him and embraced him. Randy was always the best at calming him down. He hardly had to say anything. He just had to be there with John and that was enough.

John buried his face in Randy's shoulder and fought back the tears. Randy's embrace was all he needed. It was all he ever needed.

"Now listen to me John. Maybe you got this all wrong. Maybe this is all one big misunderstanding. You can't just jump to conclusions like 'she's using you'. She is your wife after all. And you love her right?"

"Yeah."

"And she loves you right?"

"…. Yes."

"See. That's all you need to work this out. Love and understanding. Why don't you call her tomorrow and you two can talk this through. Let her explain her side of the story."

John had calmed down almost fully now. He looked up at Randy and smiled.

"You're right. Thank you Randy. I mean, Liz is my wife. I need to hear her out."

"Exactly. Plus if it doesn't work out, divorced life ain't all that bad. Trust me."

And at that moment, Randy looked into Johns eyes and he felt something. He felt… a spark. He noticed how beautiful Johns baby blue eyes were. How cute Johns dimples were. How much Johns smile made he himself smile. Randy, in that moment, felt love. Little did he know, John felt the same way.

John leaned in to Randy and Randy leaned into John and before they knew it, there lips met in a slow, sensual kiss that made both men see stars.

They kissed for what felt like forever before Randy pulled away in realization of what just happened.

"John… what the hell was that?"

"I uh… I don't know… I just felt like I had to do that. I'm sorry."

They both just stood there in awkward silence until Randy finally spoke up.

"Are you gay John?"

"… I don't know Randy. I really… I mean, I've never thought about a man like that except- never mind."

"Except what John?"

"… Except you Ran."

At that, Randy couldn't decide whether to be happy or pissed. Should he tell John how he feels?

"John, I… I don't really know what to say… I've thought about you like that before to believe it or not."

To say John was shocked would be an understatement. He looked at Randy with wide eyes.

"You have?" John said.

"Yeah. I just never wanted to say anything because I was afraid you'd punch me in the jaw and call me a faggot or something. But now that you're telling me this I-"

Before Randy could finish, John jumped at him and began to attack his lips with his own in a ferocious kiss unlike the one before it.

That night they kissed on the bed and held each other until the next morning. They agreed to keep doing this and to see where the relationship went but they had to keep it a secret. If anyone ever found out, their careers would be ruined forever.

(2 Years Ago, June 2011)

Finally he was rid of her. After a month of trials and papers John was finally rid of that mean bitch Liz and could just be with Randy. In secret, of course.

He drove back to his new home where Randy was visiting. He couldn't wait to get back and tell him the great news.

He pulled into the driveway and went to the front door. After unlocking it and stepping in he called for Randy but got no answer. He went to look in the living room and kitchen but still nothing. He decided he must be upstairs. As he walked up he heard shouting and instantly recognized Randy's voice. He walked faster until he reached the source of the yelling: his bedroom. He opened the door and what he saw made him sick to his stomach.

There in his bed was Randy and he had a needle in his arm and was slowly injecting himself with some chemical.

John almost immediately knew what it was. Steroids.

"Randy… what are you doing?!"

Randy jumped obviously not seeing John come into the room.

"John I uh- AH FUCK!" He screamed at the needle as it had remained in his arm for too long and had begun to get extremely painful.

"Randy! Take that out!"

"NO! I need it! Shut up and leave me alone!"

John gasped. Randy had never spoken to him like that. He walked up to his but Randy pulled the needle out quickly and punched John square in the jaw before he could take it from him.

And then it only got worse.

Randy was feeling the effects of the steroids and all he really felt was rage. 'Who the hell is John to tell me what to do? It's my life!' he thought to himself.

With that he looked down at John who had already begun to form a bruise on his jaw from the hit. Randy brought his foot down on John's head and stomped twice, knocking him out cold. He felt good. He felt in control. He felt angry.

But within a couple of seconds it wore off and Randy came to the terrifying realization of what he had just done. He had just hurt the love of his life.

He picked John up gingerly and laid him on the bed. He felt like crying, so he did. The tears began to flow freely as Randy tried to wake John.

"John, baby. Wake up please. It's Randy. Please wake up" he said in an almost grief stricken tone.

Luckily, John began to stir. He woke up and Randy embraced him gently. He began to whisper in John's ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. That will never happen again. That was just the steroids. That was the drugs, not me. I'm so, so sorry I hurt you."

John did forgive him after this. Randy promised he'd get help, but he didn't. He never intended to. He just said that to keep John around. And the punches, the kicks, they kept coming. For a long time after this. And they only got worse.

(1 Year Ago, April 2012)

John was nervous. Randy had told him to be back at the hotel at 9:00.

It's 10:00. Which means Randy will probably be upset. He'd already started drinking before he'd told John when to be back, so he'll be plastered by the time John gets there. This isn't John's fault though. He was talking to Vince after RAW and Vince just would not shut up. And he couldn't just interrupt his boss.

Randy's drug use had surprisingly subsided in the last few months, but mostly because it was replaced with alcohol. Lots and lots of booze.

He arrived at the hotel and when he walked in, he saw Randy sitting in the loveseat in the corner, crying.

"Ran… Ran what's wrong?" John asked actually wanting to know. Even if Randy was an abusive asshole, John still loved him.

"… Why am I not good enough for you John? Why do you have to make me feel like shit? Like such a worthless tool?"

John could not believe his ears. Was he serious? This is the man that on a regular basis beats the crap out of him and he has the audacity to claim John is the problem?

Putting on his best sympathetic voice "Randy, what do you mean? Why are you feeling like this?"

"You were gone for an extra hour and… you were with someone else! I just know you were!" Randy's voice got much louder as he began his verbal assault.

"What? No Randy I would never-"

"Save it John! You're such a fucking liar!" Randy stood up and got directly in Johns face. "You know what you are John? HUH?! You are nothing. You mean N-O-T-H-I-N-G NOTHING… and you… you know what…" Randy's words began to slur from the booze. "You are nothing to me! You are just as replaceable in my life as you are in WWE! You are nothing but a worthless, talentless, stupid, ungrateful, piece of crap!" And with those words, not only did John's heart hurt, but his stomach did as well due to the harsh punch Randy delivered to it.

John toppled over in pain. That was one of the hardest blows Randy had ever given him.

And to add even more insult to injury, Randy grabbed John by the chin and forced his head up to look at him and spit right in Johns face. To say John felt like garbage was an understatement.

"Now…" Randy slurred "before I go to bed, I need you to make yourself useful and suck me off.

'You fucking sicko!' was all John could think.

It took all of John's strength to simply say "No."

"Ha! Did you think I was asking? Damn you really are dumb meat head!"

With that Randy began to pull his sweats down, revealing his fully erect 8 inch cock.

'He actually got a boner from this' John thought in disgust.

Randy forced John to rise to his knees and John felt too weak to even fight it so he just opened his mouth and let Randy do whatever he wanted.

Randy shoved his entire length down John's throat in one swift motion, his balls smacking Johns chin in the process. He began to fuck John's throat with all his might, the head repeatedly striking the back of his throat.

"Awww damn Johnny. Such a warm mouth. Always… always feels so good. Mph."

John was gagging and sputtering around the large erection just waiting for this to be over. Luckily, Randy wasn't in the mood to last very long and began to cum in thick spurts down John's throat.

"Awwwwww shit John! You like my cum don't you, you little bitch?" Randy said with a slap to Johns face.

"Swallow it slut. Swallow it because I know you love it."

And John did swallow, not with much of a choice either. He swallowed what he could of the massive load and Randy pulled away. Randy, however, noticed the cum splattered onto Johns lips and the remains on his cock.

"Lick your lips and then come and clean my cock off" Randy said in a harsh tone.

John licked his lips, just wanting this to be over. He then proceeded to lick the remains off Randy's now semi-hard cock before Randy pushed him to the ground. Randy pulled up his sweats, walked over to the bed, and plopped down on it and immediately passed out.

John just sat there lost in his own thoughts. When he realized he felt bile rising in his throat, he quickly ran to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and went straight for the toilet. He began to vomit violently and not his surprise, not only did he see Randy's cum but blood as well. The shot to the stomach Randy gave him really did a number on his insides.

After basically vomiting out all he had, John fell to the floor in a heap. He began to sob uncontrollably while holding his stomach.

After what felt like hours on the floor, John picked himself up while still sobbing and grabbed his shaving kit where he kept a razor. He quickly pulled it out and sat on the ground.

"Why am I such a piece of shit?" John whispered to himself with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Why can't I be better… why can't Randy love me like I love him?" And with that said, John brought the razor to his forearm and began to cut himself while continuing to sob.

(The Next Day)

John woke up in the bathroom and had quickly been filled with horrors of the night before. He tried to brush it off and went into the bedroom to see if Randy was still asleep and not to his surprise, he was.

John quickly showered and washed his cuts, got changed, and made sure to put on a long sleeved shirt. He left the room silently debating with himself that Randy would not be happy if he woke up and realized he was gone. But Randy would not wake up anytime soon, John had learned from experience with him.

He went down to the hotels cafeteria and grabbed some coffee, a muffin, 2 slices of toast, and 2 big waffles. He had not eaten since lunch the previous day which was not good for someone his size.

As he made his way over to a quiet table in the corner, he heard his name called. He spun around and was met with the smiling face of Matt, AKA Zack Ryder.

Matt quickly walked up to John with his own coffee and waffles. "Hey John. Mind if I eat with you?"

"No, not at all."

They both sat down at the table and began to dig in.

"Dang John. Think you got enough there? You know there are other people at this hotel who'd probably like to eat to."

Matt always knew how to make John smile, even with the lamest things. That's one of the many things he loved about him.

"Haha. Yeah well I didn't eat dinner last night so these other people can suffer if they have to." John said with his goofy, dimpled smile.

"You're evil John. So what did you do after the show last night? I was going to ask you to come out with me and a few of the other guys to the bar but when I did see you, you were talking to Vince and after he was finally done with you, you disappeared before I could ask you."

Zack noticed the cringe John made as well as the change in expression.

"John? Is everything alright?"

John all of a sudden felt the urge to tell Matt everything. About him and Randy being together, about Randy's drug abuse and alcohol problems, the beatings, the verbal assaults, the…. The oral rape, the cutting. Everything.

"Matt… if I tell you something, well, a lot of things, will you please promise me that it will never leave this table? Please?"

"Uh… yeah. Sure. John, what is it?"

Knowing he could trust Matt, John began. He started from the beginning all the way to last night. He cried while he did it, and during this "story time" Matt went to John's side of the booth and put his arm around John and urged him to continue.

Once he was finished, Matt didn't know what to say or think. He felt anger but also sadness and confusion. Why would John stay with Randy after all that? Why didn't he fight back?

"John… I'm so sorry. This is just… just fucked up. Are you ok? Are you in too much pain?"

"No. Just sore, that's all."

"… Can I see your arms? You don't have to…"

"No, it's fine." John lifted his right sleeve and then his left and turned his arms around, showing Matt the cuts from last night as well as the previous scars.

Matt thought he would be filled with rage but all he felt was sorrow. His eyes began to water and before he knew it, a tear fell down his cheek while gazing at Johns arms. All he wanted to do in that instance was hold John and never let go.

"Matt, don't cry. Please."

"Sorry, I just uh… John why do you stay with him?"

John often wondered that as well.

"I guess… because I love him. And in a weird way, I know he loves me."

"John, no. You have to leave him! He is no good! He-"

"Keep your voice down!" John hissed a whisper. "Look, all I wanted was to tell you. That's it. I just needed to get that all off my chest. Thanks for listening." He quickly embraced Zack before grabbing his food and going back to his room leaving Matt in complete shock and confusion.

PRESENT DAY

John was lifted out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door.

"John is everything ok in there? You've been in there awhile."

Shit. How long had it been?

He emerged from the bathroom and was greeted with a shirtless Zack Ryder in just a pair of boxer briefs.

"Hey Matt." John said in a soft tone.

"Hey. Are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah I was just um… thinking that's all."

"I figured. Look before you jump to conclusions, last night I was not trying to take advantage of you in any way. I know that-"

"No, Matt. Don't worry. I wasn't thinking about that. I really loved last night. It was the first time in a long time I felt… special, you know? Here come and sit with me." He led Matt over to the bed and they sat on the edge and John continued.

"Matt, you have become one of the most, if not the, most important people in my life. You are an amazing friend and at first, that's all I thought I wanted with you was a great friendship. But after last night and after the things you and I said I just… I thought last night was going to mean nothing and that it would just be something we could both enjoy but it was so much more than that. You make me feel things I haven't felt since I… well since I was first with Randy."

"John I… I don't know what to say. I honestly thought you said what you said last night because you were just in the heat of the moment. You really feel that way about me?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. Matt, I love you. You're the sweetest man I know. Will you please give me and you a try. Look, I know I come with A LOT of baggage but, you make me happy. More than anyone in a long time."

Matt couldn't help the smile that formed on his face the watery eyes. He couldn't believe this. John loved him like he loved John.

All Matt could do in that moment was kiss him. He kissed John with passion. The way John DESERVED to be kissed. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to Johns, looking into his eyes.

"John, I've been waiting to hear you say those words since you first told me you were gay. I've been almost praying for this since you finally left Randy almost 4 months ago. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

John closed his eyes. "Yes. Leaving Randy was the best decision I ever made and I have your convincing to thank for it. As long as you'll have me, I'm yours."

"Of course John. It would make me the happiest man in the world. I promise that I will treat you like the prince you are. I promise I will never hurt you. I love you John. More than anything else.

John's eyes were already streaming tears. "I know you won't Matt. I love you to."

Holy crap. Almost 4000 words. That's a new record for me. You bastards better read and review this. Shit this was hard work. Got kinda lazy at the end but I'm tired so screw it.

And a big, fat thank you to HashtagHeel101 for all her help. I hope this is good Jay.