"Don't come near me, Cena," Chucky warned him as he saw John approaching.

"What the hell are you talking about?" John asked as he stopped in his tracks.

"Just like I said: don't come near me. I saw you yesterday. Everyone saw you yesterday."

"Chucky, I'm still the same guy."

"No, you're not. He's fucking you up the ass—"

"Trust me, I give as good as I get," John told him.

"Don't matter, you're still a fag."

"I'm not a fucking fag. Dude, we're in prison, things change, circumstances change…"

"And people change. You are no longer fit to run this group with me. I trusted you, Cena."

"And you still can! We're in business—"

"We were in business. I can't work with you anymore. And I can't work with him," Chucky said, jerking his thumb towards Randy's pod. "You got me to trust him, too. Look, I can't be in business with someone who's not focused. With him around, your focus isn't on the business. You made that obvious when you nearly got yourself killed in his place."

"But I've been fucking him for months and our business has been running smoothly. Except that one missed shipment, which I took care of, by the way, we've been stronger than ever."

"As long as you're with him, you're out. Go hang out with your butt buddy boyfriend and the fag boy. I knew he was sucking your dick." With that, Chucky stood up from his seat and left John standing in front of the checker table.

Snapping out of his initial shock, John headed towards Chucky's pod. He opened the door and began to speak, "Man, we—"

"Do you not understand what I just said?"

"Just fuckin' hear me out," John pleaded.

Chucky sat back and said, "You have two minutes."

John started talking, "When I got here three years ago, the Italians were in fuckin' shambles. Fuck, me and Petey go back; he's the first person I met when I came to New York, you know that. You fuckin' called me so that my dad and me could make a decision on Nappa when you wanted him dead. And I fuckin' picked you guys up from the ground and got the tits flowing for you again. Don't tell me you forgot about all of that shit I did."

"Didn't forget, nah, but that was a while ago. After Petey became Adebisi's bitch, we cast him out. Now you're Orton's bitch—"

"I ain't no one's fuckin' bitch."

"You're his bitch, Cena. And I'm not having you in the group. I'll say it again, as long as you're with him, you're out. And you can start by getting the fuck outta my room, prag."

"Fuck you, Pancamo," John said before storming out of Chucky's pod.

McManus was in his office, pacing the room as he thought over the events that transpired the day before once John was brought back into Emerald City. It was obvious now that John and Randy were having sex, and that wasn't allowed. How had he not seen it earlier? He was completely livid. How long had they been fucking? Was it before they moved in together? Had his willingness to move them in together further progress their sexual relationship? Did anyone else know? If anyone did, it was Sister Pete. He left his office and took the walk down to Pete's office.

He knocked on the door and saw Pete look up from her desk and give him a smile. She gestured that it was ok for him to come in. "Hi, Tim," she greeted him when he opened the door.

"Pete, did you know about Orton and Cena?"

"Nice to see you, too. And what do you mean by that?" she asked, although she obviously knew what he was hinting at.

"Did you know that they were fucking?"

"What would it matter if I did? And what should it matter if they are?" she responded with her hands on her hips.

"Jesus, Pete, why didn't you tell me?"

"First off, I'm a psychiatrist, and I'm obligated to not say anything to you. Now, since you've figured it out, I can tell you what I know. What they have between them is something different. If you took the time to look at them, you'd see that. With them it's not just sex, they have something between them."

"Well, I can't keep them together."

"Oh, Tim, you can't do that, you can't separate them. You kept Tobias and Chris together. And John keeps Randy together. You saw what he did when Paul went after Randy. He sacrificed himself and he nearly didn't make it. Can't you see that, Tim? If anyone has ever loved someone else, it's John. And he loves Randy. I don't care about your rules, the last thing you should do is separate them. It's not like they're causing you any trouble."

"If not causing any trouble translates to running the entire underground drug trade, then, yeah, no trouble at all. I have to do it, Pete. If anything they're too powerful a force to keep together."

"They're also too powerful a force to keep apart," Pete said as Tim turned and walked out of her office, intentionally deaf to her wise words.

Once Tim arrived back in Em City, he first went to Beecher and Schibetta's pod. "Peter, I'm moving you back into your old pod with Cena, and I'm bringing Orton back in here with you."

Beecher was curious. "And why would you do that, McManus?"

"Did you miss their little display yesterday? They broadcast to the entire unit that they were fucking."

"You kept Keller and me together."

"Because of bad judgment on my part. I won't let that happen again," Tim told him.

Beecher grinned as he remembered when he and Keller were forced apart by Querns. There was one body after another. Some people would never learn. "Have you told them yet?" Toby asked, looking across the hall to their pod.

Tim turned his head and also looked into the pod. John was just entering it. He watched as he clapped Randy on the shoulder and let the hand linger and slide down Randy's arm. "No, not yet," he answered.

Toby began to laugh as he said, "Have fun with that."

Back in John and Randy's pod, John began to speak. "Randy, I have some news."

"What is it?" Randy asked, concerned.

"Chucky said I can't run with them while I'm with you."

"What?!" Randy yelled.

"Fuck, I don't know. He was spoutin' some bullshit about me not bein' focused on business. Then he said I was your bitch cuz you were fucking me up the ass."

"Well fuck him, then. Fuck all of them. We don't need to run tits. That's not a part of me, not like you are."

Both men's heads turned to the door when they heard a knock. And when neither moved to open the door, Tim opened it himself and stepped inside.

Randy narrowed his eyes at him and asked, "What do you want?"

"You're moving back in with Beecher. You were told the rules your first day here: no fucking. Besides, I know you're involved in the drug trade, both of you. I don't know where or how you get them in here, but I know you do, and the last thing we need is for you to keep working together. That's why I'm moving you out. You cannot touch each other. You cannot go near each other. You cannot see each other apart from passing in the hallways and at meal times, and even then you can't sit near each other and if I see you talking, I'm moving one of you to gen pop."

"Fuck you, McManus," John growled. "Fuck YOU!" he shouted again, louder this time. He took a break and lowered his voice as he continued, "I hope you know what you're getting into."

"Orton, move your shit," McManus concluded before he left the pod.

"That fuck. That little fuckin shitbag ass hole mother fucking cock sucker," Randy spouted off. "Fuck! Fuck, it's all my fault, John. We were so fucking careful and I fucked it all up."

"Nah, Randy, don't blame yourself. Can't show one fuckin' second of happiness in this fuckin' shit hole. Mother fucker."

"I don't want to stay away from you," Randy whispered.

John raised a challenging eyebrow as he replied, "Then don't."

Randy smirked in response. "Alright, I think I can live with that."

Petey stood at the door watching on as the two lovers said their goodbyes just before Randy grabbed his few things and walked across the hall to his old pod.

"Randy, Randy, Randy," Tobias said as he shook his head once Randy came to his door. "All you had to do was listen to me."

"Like I could fuckin' do that. I've heard from you what it's like; you just know. Like you and Keller, you… you had to be together. I couldn't have avoided John if I wanted to. You fucking know that. He tried to kill me, did you know that?" When Toby shook his head no, Randy continued, "Yeah, he tried to kill me and we're still fucking together. Goddamn it, Toby, we can't keep away from each other. You know that."

"That's why I told you to not even get started together. I told you not to sit next to him at that card table. I said not to let yourself get involved. But…" Toby continued, noticing the defiant look on Randy's face, "I had a feeling from the start that you would wind up in a similar situation to me. Keller is coming back soon, ya know… Sister Pete told me that today."

"McManus separated us because we were fucking; why would he bring Keller back into Em City knowing your history?"

"That's Oz. I'm sure he's coming back to Em City. But… Fuck… Randy, can I give you a little advice? If you come up for parole and John tells you to forget him once you get out, do it."

"I couldn't do that. No way I could do that. Neither could you."

Toby looked directly into Randy's eyes as he said, "I know. Don't say I didn't try." Toby sighed before he continued, "Look, I know you didn't like me when you first got here, but I think we both agree now that there's some common ground between us now, right? So, you know you can talk to me about anything."

"McManus, is forcing us apart… What the fuck trouble were we causing anyone?" Randy wondered.

"A couple years ago, we got a new unit manager. I tried to kill Keller because I thought, for whatever fucking reason, that he put a hit out on my son. Well, Querns told us that we couldn't touch each other in love or hate. I will tell you this; the body count in Em City suddenly went way up."

"So, are you sayin' that all we gotta do is kill a couple people and we'll be able to move back in together? Because I don't think either one of us is above doing just that."

Toby pat Randy on the shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. "I don't know, Randy, I really don't. But I always thought McManus was better than that, better than separating two people that were meant to be together. He wants the levels of violence to drop, so why not let love take over?"

Randy shook his head and grinned as he said, "You're not really crazy, are you?"

"Nah, I just like to keep up the pretense for the new guys."

"Alright, I can live with that. Now, did I hear something about you knowing Teddy on the outside?"

"Kinda… It's more that I knew of him. My dad knew his dad somehow, and they're pretty good friends. I know Ted's dad, as well, actually. I think they met when Ted's dad brought his business up to New York, but Teddy didn't come up here until he was 16, and I was already in here. I did hear from my dad, though, that his dad was pissed the hell off about him winding up in here. Teddy knew what happened to me, yet he still went and did what he did. The cunt bitch judge that sentenced me made sure I got the maximum penalty. His dad wasn't that bad, but he made sure he didn't get sent to some cushy ass prison… How'd you wind up hanging around with him, anyway?"

Randy shrugged and continued to pace around the cell. "He's friends with Cody."

"That's one that shocked the hell outta me. Cody?"

"I dunno… Look, you know how sometimes you meet a person, hell, not only meet, but see a person, and you know right off the bad that you'll get along? Well, that's what happened as soon as I saw Cody, and, well, all that taunting he got right off the bad pissed me and John off. So, when Cody wound up becoming friends with Teddy, he kinda came into our little circle. We look out for 'em."

"You're a different kinda prisoner, you know that? You and John both. In here, it's all about protecting your own kind. Yet you reach out to a fag and Bible boy. Speaking of which, now, maybe I was hallucinating, but didn't I see Cody punch Ted in the jaw?"

"Didn't Keller break your arms? Didn't you shank him? Didn't John try to kill me?"

Beecher crawled up into his bed and when he turned to face Randy, he raised an eyebrow at the comparisons Randy had just made. "Are you telling me that the hardcore Christian is getting buttfucked by the flamer?"

"To put it bluntly, yeah," Randy told him. "Look, you can't tell anyone that I told you, ok? Especially them. Well, at least Teddy. Teddy would die if he knew anyone besides me and John knew. But, I figured since you asked… And, well, since you know. But you can't let anyone know, because the last thing they need is to be split up, not now with me and John not being around each other."

Toby shrugged and stated, "I would have figured it out eventually. Honestly, though, Ted taking it up the ass surprises the hell outta me."

"It surprised the hell outta him, too."

There was a brief silence in the pod as any past tension between them slipped away.

When Toby spoke again, it was with a question directed towards the young inmate, "So, do you think you'll be able to hold up alright without having him next to you the whole time?"

"Well, I know for sure the bikers are gonna try to tan my ass. And the fucking Sicilians told John that as long as we're together, he's not in with them anymore. Isn't that complete bull shit?"

"Wait," Toby said, holding up his hand, "Chucky said that to John? They've been running the group smoothly for three fucking years," he added, obviously surprised at this new development.

"Yeah, John told me he was the one that got them back on track after what happened to Petey…"

"He did. I watched it myself. The Homeboys and Latinos were all about the tits, really stepping in on their turf. Nino used to be the head honcho for the Italians, and when both Schibettas were taken down, the entire group went down. Sometimes I try and imagine this place without John here. My guess is the Latinos would be in charge, maybe forming an alliance with the Homeboys. Let's face it, Burr is doing his fucking all to get them back in the game." Toby smirked as a crazy idea came to him. "Imagine if, once Chris gets back, we get together, all six of us."

Randy also let a smirk grace his face as he realized the potential that the six of them had together. John and Randy were both powerful men, Ted and Cody were those two that flew under the radar, and Toby was fucked in the head, as was Chris from the sound of things. "Shit, the six guys in Em City taking it up the ass via committed relationships, if you can call them that… We could be a fuckin' powerhouse group. You know that John, if he wanted to, could get the tit trade back."

"Drugs don't do anyone any good. Fuck, he'd probably be better off giving it up to Chucky, anyway… He doesn't need the drug trade, not with the connections he has."

"Yeah, he had connections, but who knows what kinda backing Chucky has… Fuck, who knows what Chucky can do to draw support in here… Maybe John's pull ain't lookin' so good…"

"But you and John aren't technically together anymore, right? I mean, yeah, you'd like to be together and fuck, but Chucky could be made to think, if told the right things, that this split up has actually split you up. He's not the brightest bulb in the box."

"Fuckin' hell, you really were a lawyer, weren't you?"

"A damn good one at that. If you can just pass that on to John then—"

"I can't talk to him. I'm fucking under threat of gen pop. But you're not. McManus can't do dick to you if you talk to him for me."

"I can do that. Shit, it wouldn't surprise me now if McManus decides to separate me and Chris now. Hopefully he'll see the light."

"McManus seems like a smart guy, though."

"He's got his moments of brilliance. Like Em City. That was a good idea, a really good idea, on his part. But sometimes he's blind. Who knows, maybe he's just pissed because he didn't see it sooner with you two… I mean, he always seemed ok with Chris and me. Or it could be because, try as he might, he can't seem to stop the couples. It's one thing to have me and Chris, one couple that loves each other, even though we had a strange way of showing it, we still love each other, but to have a couple of such powerful guys, well, I can imagine it'd be pretty intimidating for him… I really don't get him sometimes."

"He's an interesting guy, that's for sure…"

"Yup…"

That night, after lights out, Toby and Randy continued to talk about seemingly random, pointless things. "You know, Chris taught me how to wrestle," Toby told him in a complete change of subject. Randy couldn't help but grin and raise an eyebrow at the statement. "Yeah, feel free to bask in the innuendo," Toby said, even though he wasn't looking at Randy, he knew the expression on his face.

"I wrestled in school… So did John… That's what we were doing when…" he trailed off, not wanting to say what happened next, since that brought up memories of nearly losing John in John's attempt to save his.

"Yeah, I know. You'll move past that, though. Trust me."

Over in John's cell that night, Petey lay on his bunk, thinking about asking John the question that had been picking at him all day. He used to be in charge of the Italians, then John used to be, up until this morning, the leader of the Italians. "John, did you like it when Randy fucked you?"

John was completely taken aback by what Petey was asking. "The fuck you goin' on about down there?"

"How could you like it?"

"Oh, shit," John said, realizing then Petey's point of view. "Don't think about that, Petey. Look, I really can't tell you about it. You were hurt by those fucks, Adebisi and those Nazis… I just… You wouldn't understand."

"But we're both in the same boat: both cast out because someone fucked us up the ass."

"Yeah, well… mine was worth every second of it," John answered, his voice full of sincerity. Those months with Randy were worth more to him than a lifetime without him. Even if they could never touch each other again, he would forever hold those moments with him. And even if Randy got out of this place and never came back to visit John once, he wouldn't care because he would forever remember the first time he and Randy had sex in the gym, would forever remember their first night together in their pod, would forever remember that day in the gym when Hunter attacked Randy and he saved Randy's life and he would forever remember the first time Randy told him he loved him.

John listened to Petey's breathing slow down, and when he heard snoring, he reached down into his boxers and began stroking his dick, images of him and Randy on a large bed, making love to each other, no glass walls around them, no guards checking in on them every twenty minutes; just them, just them loving each other in a way John never thought it possible to love anyone. That was the thought in his mind as he stroked himself to completion in his pod that night.

That next night during lockdown, John once again waited for Petey to fall asleep, but this time, instead of lying back in his bed while thinking about Randy, he walked over to his glass door and set his sights on Randy's pod. And Randy was right there waiting for him.

They smiled at each other from across the room, and even though they were in the dark, they could make out each other's shapes, and they knew exactly what the other man was doing.

John drew his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Randy did the same thing, turning slightly to give John a better view of his dick as it jutted up against his stomach. Both men wrapped their long, strong fingers around themselves, dragging their hands along their lengths in display to one another.

Each man pictured the other doing these things to them. As Randy circled his thumb over the head of his cock, he grinned to John, who knew that Randy was begging him to do these things to him the next time they were together.

John slid his left hand up and down his straining shaft and dropped his right hand down to his balls. He began fondling himself, rolling them in the palm of his hand as he continued to stroke himself.

Their eye contact was so strong, even from across the room, through two panes of glass, that spark between them never dulled. There was an unavoidable attraction, they were drawn to each other, they were two poles of a magnet. Randy groaned when he saw John biting his lower lip. His eyes fluttered shut briefly, but he had to keep them open. Even though he knew every move John would make, he didn't want to waste a single second he had of looking at his lover.

John saw Randy mouth something, and he knew what was said. Even though he couldn't see what was mouthed to him, he knew exactly what Randy said to him. And so he replied back. "Love you."

Randy smiled when he saw John mouth those two words back to him. His strokes sped up, and he wanted so badly for John to be inside him. Their times together were always cut short by the guard's nightly patrol, and as he glanced upwards to the second floor, he knew they still had some time. He wanted this to last, but he knew they couldn't take much longer. So his hand moved faster. His other hand reached down as well, down past his balls, and he pressed two fingers up to the sensitive area just behind them. His breath shuddered and his balls tightened as his body was stimulated.

John watched as Randy played with himself, showing off his sculpted body to him, and just watching Randy touch himself was driving him crazy. He wanted Randy in there with him, touching him as he was touching himself. He pictured Randy down on his knees, his dick in Randy's mouth as his hands ran over his legs and touched him in all the right places. John choked back a groan as his cum began shooting out, some of it splattering on the glass before he moved his hand up to catch the rest.

Randy's back arched as he also began to come, doing as John did and catching the cum as it was released from his cock so it didn't make a mess on the glass. His breathing was beginning to slow, and he watched John's chest heaving. Randy gulped when he saw what John did next. He raised his hand to his mouth and he licked up the length of his palm. His tongue dropped down again, this time swirling in the small pool of cum. He licked himself clean, and Randy was mezmorized by the sight. Randy copied John's movements, dipping his tongue into the cum that he held in his hands. It was odd tasting himself like this, but he imagined that he was kissing John, that he was tasting himself on John's tongue as their mouths melded together.

Before climbing back into their beds, their eyes locked together once more as they again mouthed their love for one another.

The following day, after work detail, Randy went to his normal counseling session with Sister Pete. He walked in and shut the door behind him, taking a seat in the chair in front of her desk. As he sat, she greeted him, "Hello, Randy."

"Hey, Pete."

"How are you doing today?" she asked him, knowing just what happened the day before.

"Mmm," he thought, wondering just how much he should tell her. Well, she already figured out a while back that he and John were together, so he admitted, "Last night was strange… You don't tell anyone what I say in here, do you?" He had to ask before he could continue, just for reassurance.

"You know that, Randy. Not a word goes past these walls, unless you're planning on hurting yourself or someone else. Otherwise, my lips are sealed."

"Alright, well, I know… It's not like we ever hold each other, and it's not like we're able to just lie there together, but knowing he's there at night, well, it helps a lot, just the fact that I'm in the room with someone who actually cares about me," he confessed to her, his voice just a whisper.

"I'm so sorry, Randy. I told him not to do—"

"He TOLD you?! He actually TOLD you that he was moving us apart? Why did he do it? We weren't doing anything to anyone else!" He took a breath and lowered his voice as he continued, "Two days ago I told John I loved him for the first time. And where the fuck did that get me? I tell him my true feelings; the one time I let actual words do the talking, and because of that we end up separated for God knows how long. And not only that, Chu—" he cut himself off before he wound up telling Pete anymore than she should be hearing from him.

"What happened?"

"Nothing important."

"You know," Pete went on to say," Tim seemed pretty adamant that you and John are in charge of the drug trade in Em City."

"If we're in charge of the drug trade and McManus knows, how come he hasn't done anything about it yet?" Randy returned, a small smirk on his face.

Pete eyed his suspiciously, sure that he just admitted it in a roundabout way. "Could that be the real reason behind separating your pods? Because he wants to cut down on the drugs?"

"He didn't just separate our fucking pods, Pete! He separated us! He won't let us see each other, he won't let us go near each other! He told us that if we do go near each other intentionally, he's gonna move one of us to gen pop!"

"That could still go back to the drugs, though. But, it's still not right. I told him he shouldn't do it, not with your…" she trailed off.

Randy sat back in his chair and raised his eyebrow, his long arms dropping over the arm rests. "Not with my what?"

"Not with your history of violence. I told him that you two keep each other together, keep each other in check. I know you love him and he loves you. Trust me, Randy, you'll get together again."

After the session, Randy stood in front of the gates to Em City, waiting for them to open up. When they finally did, he walked through them and entered the unit. From across the room, he caught eyes with John, the spark from the stare shooting down his spine and pooling in his dick.

One of the bikers looked up and saw Randy enter the room, and he couldn't help but to rile the troops. "Look John, your girlfriend's back. Oh, wait, that's right, you can't go near each other. Looks like you're gonna have to get your pussy elsewhere, Johnny!"

All the bikers and Aryans roared in laughter at Randy's expense. "I guess that means Orton's up for the taking, doesn't it?" Before the man knew what was happening, he found himself on the floor as Randy ran over to him and knocked him backwards in the chair. Randy rained down fist after fist, fighting through the Aryans, bikers and COs that were working to get him off of this man.

A group of COs finally managed to pull Randy off of the man who was sprawled out on the floor, blood pouring out of his broken nose and cuts over his eyebrow, his left eye already swelling shut. Randy fought to get out of the grip of the COs, and when he did manage to pull his arms free, he went back to work on a the same prone biker, not caring if he, too, was getting punched and kicked by the others trying to defend their own.

Once again, the COs managed to get Randy off of the biker, now spitting blood out of his mouth. When Randy tried to struggle free again, a CO grabbed the night stick off his belt and hit Randy hard in the shoulder and several more times in the stomach. With Randy doubled over in pain, he resisted less, but he still wanted at the biker. With another shot to the back of Randy's legs, right over his hamstrings, his fight slowed.

John sat in his seat, a sad look in his eyes as he watched his lover get dragged off by the hacks. When Randy was outside the walls of Em City, John set his sights to the biker being helped to his feet by his friends and two COs. He watched as he was escorted to the hospital ward, and the only thought that ran through John's head was that this guy was a dead man.

Randy was stripped out of his clothes and made to walk down the deserted hallway to the end where he was thrown, still fighting to get out if their grip, into the hole. The door was slammed shut, leaving Randy cold and alone inside the dark and dingy cubicle. His screams and shouts of frustrations echoed off of the walls. He dug his nails into his own skin, raking down his arms, scratching over the tribal tattoos. He scratched the skin on his arms raw, marring it with red lines from shoulders to fingers. Moving over to the wall, he banged his fist against it, his anger yet to abate.

He should be with John right now. There was no reason for them to be split up. "FUUUUCK!" he screamed to no one. Every moment the two of them shared ran through his head as he sank down to the floor, his head dropping into his knees. He wrapped his arms around his head and knees and in his solitude he let the tears fall.

At dinner, John sat with Ted and Cody, looking up every once in a while to the bikers. Their little friend wasn't there with them, which pleased John to no end. Randy really did a number on this guy. Good. Of course, getting him alone could be a problem. The ideas of just how to kill this guy flew through John's head. He could always get him on his way back to Em City once he got released from the hospital. Then there was always the option of whacking him right here in the cafeteria… If John could get some commotion started, make sure the bikers were around, he could get him right in the stomach, slit his throat even. And it all had to be done before Randy got out of the hole, so he wouldn't be to blame. He was deep in thought, and that was made obvious to Ted and Cody, who had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get his attention for the past couple minutes.

"Fuck, John, are you listening to anything?" Cody asked him.

John shook his head then looked across the table to Cody. "Did you say something?"

"Yeah, we've only been talking to you for the past five minutes. I wanted to know if you were doing ok. I mean, first Randy was kicked out of your pod, now he's in the hole. Are you ok, man?"

John shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I'm alright. I got on fine before he came around, I'll get back into the swing of things." John felt a presence behind his shoulder and turned around to find Toby standing behind him. "Hey there, Toby," John said, surprised that this man was behind him.

"Hey, John. You mind?" he asked, gesturing to the seat next to John.

"Feel free."

Toby took a seat and began talking. "You need to tell Chucky that you and Randy aren't together anymore."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. Look, I know you two have been running this place since you got here, and right now the wiseguys are at the top. If you and Chucky are on the outs, there's gonna be a major divide. You guys can't afford to let the Latinos and Homeboys take over. Those guys are a fucking mess. John, if we're gonna keep any order in here, you and Chucky have to work your shit out. Randy already agreed," he added for John's benefit.

John hadn't really been listening, but he tuned back in instantly when Toby said Randy's name. "Randy's in on this? So, even though I… Even though we're together, you think Chucky will let me back in? And you care why?"

"Because I don't wanna see Em City in shambles. Last time the Homeboys were in charge, well… Adebisi. Enough said."

"Right, that fucking disaster… But I don't know if Chucky would even give me the time of day now."

"You gotta try, John. You have to. For the sake of Em City."

"Alright, I'll do what I can."

The following day, just after the morning's count, that biker Randy sent into the hospital came back to Em City, welcomed by a round of applause and cheers from his buddies. John smirked as he knew today was the day. It was breakfast time and they were back in the cafeteria. John passed one of the Homeboys and made sure to say something about some Aryan's plans just loud enough to give them pause. The word got passed down the line quickly until every black inmate heard the rumblings of some made up plan to whack Poet.

John watched as the events unfolded. The Homeboys were surrounding the bikers and Aryans, and John managed to make his way into the scuffle. First came the shouts and the threats, and the bikers and Aryans were quick to retaliate. Both sides faced one another before all hell broke loose. Shanks were being pulled out left and right, but John had his mind set on one thing. He pulled out his trusty blade and thrust it deep within the abdomen of the biker that had taken such joy in taunting Randy. John removed the blade and yanked on the man's hair so his ear was right next to John's mouth. "This is for Randy, bitch," he growled low enough just for the dying man to hear before driving the shank in once more. The man fell to the ground in the midst of the mini riot taking place right in the cafeteria, and no one was none-the-wiser as to who just killed this man. John took the shank out of the man's abdomen, wiped the blood on the guy's pants and shoved it back into his pocket. The COs were fighting to get to the center of the crowd and John slipped out of the group, not having to go far before he got to a section of tables cheering for the fighting to continue. John, bloody shank in his pocket, joined in on the cheering.

Once back in Em City, the entire prison was placed in lockdown since two prisoners were killed and another three prisoners and a CO were injured. John knew there was no way the inmate's death could be pinned directly to him. There might be suspicions because the guy had been beaten up by Randy, but no one could be sure. The chaos was just too much in that cafeteria to be able to keep anything straight. And once John had Chucky back on his side, he knew he'd be able to get the fellow Italian to vouch for him if there was a follow up investigation, which was pretty much a guarantee due to the injured CO.

The lockdown lasted the rest of the day, the entire following day, and the day after that it finally ended. It was a miserable couple days, locked up with your pod mate the entire day, but it was days like that that really allowed them to get to know each other better. John was able to talk more to Petey about his rape and how what he had with Randy was a completely different experience.

However, as soon as the lockdown ended, as soon as the prisoners were released from the confines of their pods, the questioning started. John had to work fast. He approached Chucky, who stopped him before he got any closer. "What did I tell you?"

"And that's why I'm here to tell you that I'm through with him." God, it even hurt him to just say those words to Chucky, but it had to be done. "I've had a few days without him, and it hit me that my life was so much better in here before he came along. I want to go back to that, back to the good ol' days when it was just you and me. Back when the two of us fucking ruled this shit hole. There's no reason it can't be like that again."

"I like what I'm hearing," Chucky informed him. "I like it a lot. But there's only one way for me to really believe what you're saying."

John got a sinking feeling in his stomach at Chucky's words. He just knew what was going to be said next. Still, he asked, "What's that?"

"Kill Orton."

"And if I don't?"

"If you don't, there's no way I'd ever trust you again. So, John, can you kill him?"

John took a shuddering breath before he answered, "I can't kill my family, Chucky. Fuck, I just can't do that."

Chucky looked slightly surprised by John's calling Randy his family. "Family? Really, John, you consider that guy your family?"

John nodded his head in the direction of his pod, and Chucky stood up, following John. Once inside, John gestured for Chucky to sit on the bed, which he did. "You know I consider you and Petey my family, my Sicilian brothers," John said with a smirk. "Well, Randy is no different. Only he is different. You've known me for years, man, you know that I give my all in everything. Only when I tried to give my all in resisting Randy, I failed, and only found myself being drawn in further and further. And I wound up falling for him with every fiber of my being. I can understand if you want me and Randy to stop with the tit sales, because that is business, but you can't just disown us. You can't just kick us to the curb just because we're both guys and because we happen to like to fuck, too, Chucky. This whole fuckin' ordeal has me confused as fuck, too, Chucky. Trust me, nothing has shocked me more before in my life than the realization that I was actually in love with Randy. I never thought I'd fall for anyone this hard, much less a guy. But just look at us, Chucky, look at me and Randy. We're jacked. We could fuck anyone up in here. Don't you try and deny that. Can you really afford to let us go?"

Chucky thought over John's statements. He did have a point. He and Randy had the power to take anyone down, especially if they were working together. But their feelings could get in the way of everything they fought so hard to build. "So, you won't kill Randy because you've fallen in love… You lied to me earlier. You said to my face that you two were through. I don't take kindly to liars."

"Man, you gotta understand why I did it. Look, I told you, remove us from the tits if you gotta, but keep us around. We can have your back. We'll always look out for your best interest. We still have our mutual enemies, there's no need to have dissention within our own ranks. You know I'm right."

"Yeah, I know… Ok, you and Randy will no longer be privy to the tit shipments, at least not until I can be certain that any business is separated from whatever you two get up to. But, you can keep your places in the ranks, only because of your history. You better not fuck this up, Cena, because you know what happens if you do."

John nodded and turned around, reaching behind a few of his things on the shelf then pulled out a bottle of whiskey and discretely handed it off to Chucky, who raised it into the air in a toast to their reformed alliance. He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, gulping down the firey drink before passing it back to John, who too drank.

Another day passed, and on this day anohter group of inmates arrived. Murphy stared at the paper in front of him, glancing up every now and then at the newest addition to Em City. Surely there had to be a typo. Prisoner #02K28, Kennedy Kennedy. That couldn't actually be his name. "Kennedy?" he asked the now annoyed looking prisoner.

"That'd be me."

"What's your first name?"

"Kennedy."

"No, really, what's your first name?"

"Kennedy. My name is Kennedy Kennedy."

"Don't fuck with me."

"I'm NOT fucking with you!" he shouted.

"Your parents were really that cruel to you?" Murphy asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ok, Kennedy… Kennedy," Murphy added, snorting at the sheer absurdity of it all, "this is your sponsor." A fellow Aryan came up to him and extended his hand when he noticed the marking tattoo on Ken's neck. Ken grabbed the man's arm, as did the other man to him.

"Alright you two scum fucks, follow me."

Back in Em City, after Murphy continued up to the guard station, Ken turned to his fellow Aryan and asked, "What's a guy gotta do to join the Brotherhood in this place?"

The guy jerked his head towards a group of black inmates and answered, "Waste one of them."

"Done."

McManus opened the door to the hole, finding Randy slumped against the far wall. Tim dropped Randy's clothes in front of him, and he slowly reached a hand out to grab them and begin getting dressed. "Follow me right to my office once we get back into Em City."

"What, you gonna tell me that I'm getting moved out to Unit B."

"Just hurry the fuck up."

Walking into Em City, Tim found John and called him into his office, as well. "Sit," he told both of them, which they did. "I spoke to Sister Pete again, and she made me see that I made a dumbass decision. I acted on impulse without thinking. Which means that I'm moving you two back together." He watched as each man's normally stoic faces flashed, if only for a brief second, with happiness. "Why not let you two actually be happy together? If keeping you apart leads to fights," he directed towards Randy, "then letting you be together better keep the violence down. And since Chris Keller is coming back in a couple days, I'm planning on moving him in with Tobias, which means I'm putting Schibetta in with Pancamo."

"Are you sure it's good to keep jumping Petey around like this?" John questioned, unsure of how Petey would be able to handle yet another move.

Randy glanced over at his lover as if John were on crack.

Tim had the same confused look on his face. "Are you saying that you want to stay with Schibetta?"

"No… But he's still fucked up from the rapes, ya know? I know he's been talking to Sister Pete and Dr. Nathan, but he still can't understand just how… Just how me and Randy can actually like what we're doing."

"There's nothing I can do for him that isn't already being done. Spend one more night with Schibetta, then tomorrow you'll move back in there," he said to Randy. "You two can go now," he dismissed them.

"Can you believe this?" Randy asked.

"No… Chucky said he still wanted us for the man power, too."

"You got back in with Pancamo?"

"Yeah."

"Damn. So, when I was in the hole, I heard something about a lockdown, which is why I was in there for three fucking days."

John smirked and said, "Oh, yeah, about that… Look around. See anyone missing?"

Randy gazed over the balcony to the people down below. He stopped when he reached a group of bikers. "Where's Skezz?"

"Didn't you hear who didn't make it through that fight in the cafeteria? Poor Skezz couldn't seem to pull through suffering two stab wounds in his stomach."

"Did you…?"

John shrugged his shoulders and refrained from saying anything further on that subject. "Who's the new guy?"

"Hello, I've been in the hole for the past three days, I'm the last person you wanna ask. But, fuck, it's another Aryan. Don't they all get shipped to Unit B?"

"Apparently not." Heading over to the guard station, John nodded in greeting to Murphy and decided to ask him about the new guy. "So, who's the new dude?"

"That would be Kennedy… Kennedy."

"I got that the first time."

"No, his name is actually Kennedy Kennedy."

"Wait," John tilted his head to the side and glanced over to Randy, who was looking just as confused as him, "are you saying that this dude's first and last names are actually Kennedy? You cannot be serious."

"I am."

John hung his torso over the railing, unable to control himself, and shouted, "Kennedy!" When Ken glanced up at him, John added, "Kennedy!"

Ken turned his attention back to the Aryans surrounding him. "Tomorrow someone dies. And you can tell me who his friends are."

The man on Ken's right told him, "Rhodes and DiBiase."

"I'm not touching a fag."

The next day, Ken followed through on his promise. One of Em City's homeboys was found dead in a stairwell of a heroin overdose, and no one knew any better, as the guy already had a drug problem.

Over in the hospital ward, Ted was nearing the end of his shift working bed pan duty. Vern Schillinger was waiting outside the ward with a biker standing next to him while Ken went inside to deliver the mail. Ted paid no mind to the man as he went about putting some final things back. Ted went out into the hall where he saw Vern and the biker. He felt a presence behind him and when he turned, he saw Ken standing near him. The fear rose as he saw Ken approaching.

Vern opened the door to a supply closet and Ken grabbed Ted from behind, wrapping his hand over Ted's mouth to prevent any screams from escaping. The biker forced Ted inside, and Vern followed, pulling the mail cart in with him and rolling it right against the closed door.

"Ken, I think we have a screamer on our hands. Get the tape."

The biker switched his hand out for Ken's who went to get a roll of duct tape off the mail cart and closed in on the horrified young man. He ripped off a long piece and stuck it over Ted's mouth to prevent any screams from escaping. As he did this, he said, "Now, Teddy, as much as we'd love to hear you screams, we can't have anyone finding us, now can we?" A sick smile crossed his face as he watched the terror rise in Ted's eyes.

Ted fought to break free, but the three of them held him tight, and he was no match for them. "Now, Teddy, don't try to fight it. We're gonna have to break you in."

Ted tried to yell and shout, but the tape muffled any loud sounds, and they got lost in his throat.

"I'm getting hard just listening to you," Ken told him, palming his dick through his pants.

"You'll have to wait your turn," Vern told him as he ripped Ted's pants down to his knees. He unzipped his own pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it lightly. He then reached into his pocket and grabbed a condom. "Can't leave anything behind, now can we?" he asked as he rolled it onto himself.

Ted continued to struggle against the holds, but it was useless. He screamed out in pain, well, as much as he could, as Vern shoved his cock deep within Ted's unprepared hole.

"Oh, fuck, I love a tight little asshole," Vern stated as he ruthlessly fucked Ted.

Ken held Ted's head against he wall, watching his face the whole time. "Vern's getting you good and ready for me, Teddy. That's what your dirty little fag boyfriend calls you, isn't it? Do you two fuck, Teddy? Is that what he calls you when you've got your dick inside him? Does he moan your name out while you fuck inside your pod?" Ken growled right into his ear. He leaned in even closer and licked up a tear that fell from Ted's eyes. Ken could read the pain and fear and humiliation in them, and he savored the view before him.

The pain was so overwhelming. He felt as though he were being ripped in two with every single thrust of Vern's dick into his body. Every nerve was on fire as he screamed and yelled. He tried to fight back, tried to get away, but he couldn't, and all he could think through the pain was how could Cody ever want to touch him again? The tears fell and Ted continued to lick them up.

"You sound sooooo good," Ken moaned to him as another shout tried to escape Ted's lips. "You better make those sweet sounds for me when I fuck you."

Ted tried to keep up his struggle, but by the time Vern stilled his thrusts, he succumbed to the pain. He hurt so much he had gone numb, and the only way he was still standing was because he was being held up. He hurt so much that his mind went blank, and he didn't even try to fight when Ken forced his dick into his bleeding asshole. A few light yells were all he could muster before his body completely shut down.

Ken continued to push inside, muttering things into Ted's ear, but Ted wasn't hearing anything anymore.

After Ken finished, he pulled his dick out, and the other men let Ted collapse to the floor, the blood still flowing freely from his ass and pooling into a puddle next to his helpless body.

"How convenient, we're right next to the hospital. If anyone decides to come looking, at least it won't be a far trip," Ken added before the three of them headed out of the closet and back onto their mail route.

Cody, Randy and John sat around in John and Randy's pod, watching Randy put his things away as the three of them bullshit around. Cody kept looking out into the main area about every thirty seconds. "Where the fuck is Teddy?"

"Maybe the hospital ward was really busy today," Randy suggested.

"Or maybe Teddy just offered to help Dr. Nathan out since she was short staffed today," John replied.

Cody smiled as he thought about Teddy. "That's Teddy for ya, always going the extra mile to help someone out."

Randy's eyes narrowed as he watched McManus approaching their pod. He knocked on the door and John opened it for him. "I need to speak with Cody," Tim said.

John and Randy looked at each other, then John said, "We'll be out there."

Cody stood up from his seat on the toilet and asked, "Ok, what is it?"

"It's Ted. He's in the hospital."

"Yeah, he works—"

"No, Cody, he's in the hospital. Ted was raped."

Cody's face dropped, his eyes widened with horror and his mouth was gaping. "What? No. No," he repeated over and over, shaking his head in disbelief. He wrapped his fingers in his hair and pulled. "Who did it? Who fucking did it?!" Cody was fuming. His Teddy was raped. "Who would do something like that to him?" Cody asked fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"We don't know who did it yet, but it's looking like it was Schillinger and a couple of his mailroom buddies," Tim answered. "As for why? Is there ever a reason? It could be because he's the son of a very influential man."

"But he's NOT his father! Jesus Christ! Teddy never hurt anyone!"

"I know, Cody, I know. We'll find out who's behind this. For now, Gloria's got him under close watch."

"How is he?" Cody asked with a low voice, dreading the answer.

"He lost a lot of blood. One of the nurses found him in the supply room outside the hospital. He had blacked out on the floor."

By now Cody was crying. He hated the thought of his Ted lying in a hospital bed because he was so disgustingly violated by a couple of the low life scum fucks this prison housed. "Is he doing any better now?"

"The bleeding stopped, and Gloria expects he'll be fine physically very soon. Pete still has to talk to him and see where he's at mentally."

Cody sat down hard on Randy's bed. This couldn't be happening, not to Teddy.

This extremely emotional reaction wasn't one that Tim expected. He only told Cody because he knew they were friends, and he would certainly notice his pod mate not being in there that night. "What's going on with you and Teddy? Are you two fucking?"

"That really doesn't matter right now. What does matter is that Teddy is doing ok. Teddy needs to get better."

"So, you two are together as well."

"Who the fuck cares, McManus?! All I care about is him coming back here, coming back to me."

"I'll keep you updated," Tim told him before leaving the young man alone in the pod.

When John and Randy noticed McManus leaving their pod, they headed back over. John opened the door and Randy followed. They saw Cody sitting on the bed with tears in his eyes. "Yo, what's wrong?" John asked him.

"Teddy," Cody choked out.

"What about Teddy?" Randy asked, concerned.

"He…" Cody took a deep breath before continuing, "he was raped."

Both older men were in complete shock. Teddy, harmless, Bible loving Teddy, was raped? "Who did it?" John wondered.

"McManus didn't know. He said that it was probably someone in the mail room, but if they found anything out, they would let me know."

"If you find anything out, you tell us, ok? Sometimes things should be taken into our own hands," John told him, the malice and evil intent dripping from every word.

"You got it," Cody assured him.

When Dr. Nathan told Sister Pete that Teddy was awake, she entered the hospital ward and stood next to his bed. "Theodore?"

His sad eyes met hers quickly before he turned his head away.

She took his hand, but he jerked that away, as well. "Don't touch me," he mumbled.

"Please, Ted, I need to speak with you. You were raped, this is a traumatizing experience for anyone. I need you to tell me how you're doing."

Ted didn't say anything in reply to her. He just continued to lie in his bed, curled on his side.

"Ted, do you have to be sent to the psych ward?"

"No," he whispered. "I… I want to see Cody."

Sister Pete smiled. It may take a while, but Teddy would be fine. "I'll make sure you get back as soon as you can. Will you tell me who did this to you?" she asked him.

There was no reply from the young man. There was no way he could tell Sister Pete who did this to him. And the sooner he could put this past him, the better.

Toby was jittery, and John and Randy noticed. "Hey, man, calm down. McManus is moving Keller back in with you, so you'll have all night together."

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen him in a while... I'm kinda anxious."

"We can see that," Randy told him.

"How do I look?"

John and Randy looked at one another then back to Toby, both answering, "Anxious," at the same time.

Toby frowned and replied, "Oh... I was hoping you'd say fuckable."

John and Randy shook their heads. Cody was there with them, but he wasn't really with them. He wanted to be with Teddy. Still, his head snapped up when he heard the gates open, and there stood Christopher Keller. He scanned the room and stopped, not trying to fight the smile when his eyes met with Toby's. Chris walked to their table and Toby stood up, pulling Chris into a tight embrace. "I missed you so much," Chris told him.

They broke the hug and Toby sat back down. John stuck out his hand and greeted him, "Hey, man, it's been a long time. How'd my hometown treat ya?"

"Like shit," Keller answered with a grin.

"No better than you deserve," John replied. This made him realize just how much he missed shootin' the shit with Chris.

"I see we got some new blood," Chris noted.

"Yeah," Toby said.

"This is Randy Orton, my cellmate," John told him, but Chris was able to read into the statement. Chris nodded in approval as he took Randy's hand in a handshake. "And that's Cody Runnels."

Chris looked to Toby and raised an eyebrow. "This kid taking my place?"

"Hell no. No offense, Cody."

Cody wasn't paying attention to anything being said. He didn't know Chris was even talking to him, and it wasn't until Randy physically shook his shoulders did he even register that he was being spoken to.

John looked between Cody and Chris and he knew that this seasoned veteran of the prison system would be able to assist them. "Cody, I think you should tell him about Ted."

"I don't even know him."

"If you won't, then I will," John threatened. "I think Chris and Toby can help us out with everything."

Cody sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll tell him. Just not out here."

"Then back to our pod we go." John stood up and all five of them went to the pod. When the door closed behind Toby, John looked to Cody. "Alright, spill."

"Teddy... Well, Teddy is my... pod mate," Cody started, and once again, Chris caught the true meaning of the words. "He was... raped."

Chris nodded and looked to John. "You thinkin' revenge?"

"Fuckin' right I am."

"Good. I can help with that. Especially when it's for an old friend. Do you know who it was?"

"No," Cody answered with a sigh.

"When's he getting back in here? You gotta get him to talk and tell you who did it."

"I don't know when he's getting back. But I'm sure he'll tell me."

Chris opened the door and the rest of them followed him out. Ken was sitting at a table and couldn't resist saying, "Runnels, I hear your little boyfriend got gang raped today." He put on a pout as he continued, "The poor baby. Where's God when you need him?"

Cody tried to lunge forward to tackle the other man, but Randy held him at bay. "He's not fucking worth it," he growled into Cody's ear.

"He did it," Cody said. He just knew.

John and the rest of them were sure of it, too. But John didn't want to act until Ted was back and said something on the matter. John glared daggers at the laughing man. Kennedy Kennedy was next on his hit list.

Another couple days passed and Dr. Nathan stopped at Ted's bed first thing every morning. "Hi, Ted, how are you feeling today?" she would always ask.

Up until today, Ted would shrug his shoulders, never saying much, if anything at all. But today he gave her an answer. "Better."

She smiled, happy to hear him speaking to her. "Sister Pete's said you've been doing better, as well. She said that you can go back to Em City today if you wanted to."

"I think I'd like that," he told her. He needed to be with Cody. But as much as he wanted Cody to hold him, he didn't know if he wanted anyone touching him, and he sure as hell didn't know if Cody would even want to touch him.

"Good... Are you sure you don't want to tell me who did this to you?"

Ted nodded, keeping his mouth shut. "I'd like to go back now."

"Alright."

The gates to Em City opened and Cody's eyes lit up. Once again, the shine in his brilliant blue eyes had gone out, but seeing Ted brought that light right back.

That moment was tainted when Ken opened his big mouth. "Lookie here! Bitch Boy's back!"

"Fuck you, asshole!" John shouted to him.

"Yeah, what's your queer bitch ass gonna go about it?" Ken challenged.

John drew in a breath to calm down. 'All in good time,' he told himself. Instead of giving a clear reply, John leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, leaving it at that.

Cody stood as Ted came closer, but Ted never made it to the table. He diverted his path right to the stairs, taking them one by one, and Cody hurried over to follow, meeting him in their pod. His heart broke seeing Ted so damn sad. He reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but Ted jerked it away. "Teddy?" Cody asked, his voice concerned for his friend and lover.

"Just give me some time, Cody. Please," he pleaded.

Cody nodded and turned to leave the pod, but a hand grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving. Cody turned back around and faced Ted. "Yeah?"

"I don't want to be alone," Ted said with a sad pout.

"I'll never leave you," Cody assured him.

Ted's hands went to his face and he turned away, unable to stand looking at Cody anymore. His emotions were running wild. He wanted Cody there with him, of that he was certain, but he couldn't bare seeing him, just as sure Cody couldn't stand being there, seeing him, not after what happened. "I'm sorry."

"Teddy," Cody started, but paused when he noticed Ted's shoulders tense at his own name. "What is it? You gotta talk to me, please."

Ted's voice was barely about a whisper while he spoke, "How can you stand to be around me?"

Cody was in utter shock at that question. "What do you mean how can I stand to be around you?" He moved in closer to Ted, putting a cautious hand back on his shoulder, and this time it wasn't shrugged off. "I. Love. You. That simple enough for you to understand? I love you. Nothing anyone does will make me stop."

"Even though..." Ted couldn't even finish his question. He couldn't say anymore before his emotions took over once more.

Cody wrapped his arm around tighter, pulling Ted in tight until Ted was returning the hug. Cody rubbed his hand over Ted's back in soothing circles, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. "It's ok, baby, you don't have to tell me anything until you're ready. You got that? But you should know that anytime you need to talk, I'll be there for you. I will always be here for you."

"Thank you," Ted muttered into Cody's ear. "Hold me tonight. I just need someone to hold me."

"Anything."

The next day, Ted remained in his pod a majority of the day, but encouraged Cody to go out and see the rest of the gang. And so it was the five of them once more sitting around a table watching Toby kick Randy's ass in checkers. "Motherfucker," Randy grumbled. "That's it, I quit checkers. Fucking quit. I am done."

"Cry baby."

"Fuck you, John."

John didn't say anything in reply to him, he just turned his attention to Cody. "He spill yet?"

"No. He will, though."

Ken ventured out of his pod and scoped the place out before announcing loudly to his Aryan brothers, "Looks like our little Teddy won't be joining us today. Such a shame."

"You should quit runnin' your mouth, Kennedy, you fuckin' bitch!" Randy shouted over to him.

"Who you callin' a bitch, bitch? You can come and fuckin' make me shut my mouth," he said as the rest of the Aryans stood up in support of the newest addition to the Brotherhood.

Randy stood, as did the other four men at the table. From a few tables down, Chucky stood, followed by the other Sicilians. All other men in Em City had fallen deathly silent as they watched the interaction before them. If things came to blows, every man had his side picked out.

"Break it up down there," one of the guards shouted, not wanting any trouble on his hands.

Randy raised his chin in deficance towards Ken and the other Arynas, but slowly sat down. He knew that Ken would get just what was coming to him.

A few more days passed, and the tension rose with each passing day between the Aryans and the eclectic group of friends. Teddy began to join them once more, and he cringed each time he saw Ken's smug face. Finally, that night, it became too much for Ted to handle.

"Cody, I can't carry this around anymore..." Ted told him as they lie in bed together. The guards started passing them by if they found the two in bed together, knowing they would go right back to one another. They knew that Cody was only comforting Ted.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, stroking his hand through Ted's hair.

"It was Kennedy," he mumbled, but Cody caught every word. Finally, he got what he was looking for. "Kennedy and Schillinger. There was another guy, I don't know who... He... He... Held me there... Kennedy, though..." Ted couldn't go on, couldn't say anything further about what happened to him.

"Shhh," Cody soothed him. "You don't have to say anything else. Get some sleep, ok?"

He saw Ted's head nod and held him close, waiting until Ted's breath slowed and evened out before letting himself fall to sleep.

The next day Cody headed into the shower where he found John already in there. "He told me," Cody stated as he turned the water on.

John smirked while he latered up. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. It was our little pal Kennedy. And Schillinger, apparently. But Teddy was focused on Kennedy."

"Good." John finished washing the soap off his body and turned the water off. Cody turned his head and watched John's ass as he walked over to grab his towel. When John turned back around, he saw Cody staring at him. "You like what you see?" he asked, raising his eyebrow, smirking further when Cody started to blush. "I'm gonna have a little chat with Chucky later so I can get everything we need. And you can't come wth us. Someone has to be here with Ted, ok?"

"Ok," Cody answered with a nod.

"You know nothing."

"Right," Cody said again. And it was the truth. He really didn't know anything that John was planning. John made sure of that, made sure that there would be no way Cody could be traced back to the events that would soon be going down later on in Oz.

"Well, hello there, Kennedy... Kennedy," John said as he approached Ken in the hall.

"What the fuck do you want, Cena?" Ken asked him.

"Can't a friend just say hello?" John smirked when, behind the corner, came Chris, Randy and Chucky. He felt sheer joy as he saw fear flicker in Ken's eyes.

"It's just a shame that Verny isn't here for this little shindig," Chris added.

"What the fuck do you guys want?"

The four men surrounded Ken and brought him into the bathroom on the second floor of the prison that was never used. "Just like Keller said: we're gonna have a little shindig. And you're the guest of honour," John informed him, a sick, demented smile plastered on his face. He was gonna enjoy every second of what they were about to do.

"Fuck you!" Ken shouted, trying to fight out of the grip.

"Hmm, looks like we have a screamer on our hands. Randy, could you do us all a favor and get the tape?" John looked Ken right in the eyes as he said words eerily similar to what he said to Ted, "Can't have anyone knowing where we are, now can we?"

Randy ripped the piece of tape off and wrapped it around Ken's head, closing his mouth off from any further loud shouts. "Much better."

"Thanks, babe," John said before turning his sick smile towards Randy. Even though Chucky was there, he didn't care, he was on a rush and he knew that he would enjoy the disgusted look on Ken's face. He grabbed behind the head and brought their mouths together in a heated kiss. Randy returned the kiss, his tongue seeking John's. Just as he thought, Ken looked repulsed. When John and Randy broke apart, John turned all his attention back to Ken. "What is it you're thinking Ken?" John stepped into Ken's personal space and got right into his face. He placed his hand under his chin and tilted his head up so their eyes were locked. John brought his other hand to Ken's cheek and slowly rubbed his hand down the side of his face. "Do you think we're gonna fuck you?"

When Ken gulped and nodded his head slightly, John's smile only grew wider. "You really think that? You think we'd actually want to fuck you? Well, Keller here might stick his dick into anything-"

"Hey!"

"Let me finish. I think even he'd be disgusted to touch a piece of filth like you. You low-life piece of shit," John said before slapping Ken across the face. John then turned his attention to Chucky. "You got it?" he asked.

"Yeah," he answered, pulling out the large butcher knife he stole from his job in the kitchen.

All the men's excitement grew as they saw Ken's eyes widen in sheer terror. "It's story time again. Ya see, I'm all about loyalty, all about family. I hope you know now that by fucking Teddy, you fucked with me. And I'm not the person you wanna fuck with. Five years ago, this guy named Nino Schibetta, you may have heard of him, well, he had some business to take care of with this one inmate, Johnny Post." John stuck out his hand and Chucky placed the knife handle into his palm. "He cut Post up bit by bit. Happy five year anniversary."

As John was telling the story, the other three men worked to tie Ken down to a chair. Ken fought against the binds, but it was useless. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Nino started with Post's dick." John closed the distance as Chris unbuttoned Ken's pants. John leaned into Ken's ear and whispered, "This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me." With that, John grabbed onto Ken's dick and promptly sliced it off.

Even with the tape, Ken's gutteral shouts of pain resounded off the hollow bathroom walls.

"What do you say now, boys? One hand at a time, or should I just go for the whole arm?"

"Make the fucker suffer," Randy said, clearly enjoying this. He was also enjoying watching John in his element. He got off watching John on this power high. He had never been so turned on in his life.

"Done." John walked behind Ken and grabbed his hand. The angle made it awkward, but he raised the knife, and with a forceful blow managed to cleave off a hand, which was left twitching on the floor.

Ken's fighting spirit was weakening with each strike against his limbs. The blood was gushing out of his body, and the pain was like nothing he could ever have imagined. He had to be in hell. This was hell, and he was living it. As the darkness drew near, he reached out for it. He welcomed the eternal darkness, because it had to be better than this. As his arm fell to the floor, he could no longer hold on to life and he let that dark embrace him.

"Put this shit where it belongs: in the dumpster," John ordered. Wrapping him and his disembodied limbs up in the cloth they brought with them, the four managed to clean the scene of the crime to the best of their abilities, which happened to be supurb, leaving no evidence behind. They got Ken in the kitchen dumpster, and got the knife into the sink where Chucky ran the hot water, washing off the blood, bone and any other bodily mass that may have accumulated on the blade.

"Oh, fucking gross!" Randy said to Chucky. "You're not gonna use that on the food tomorrow, are you?"

"What, you think this is the first time this has happened?"

"Fucking nasty ass shit... Speaking of that, why the fuck did you wanna keep his dick out of the dumpster?" Randy asked, holding the dick wrapped up in the cloth.

"Didn't I finish the story? Nino sent the dick of Post back to his friends. I'm sure Schillinger will love finding this in the mail room tomorrow."

With that, Chris and Chucky made their way back into Em City. Before making it back there, John pulled Randy off to a side storage closet, unable to contain his lust any longer. He was horny as fuck after that kill. He'd never been so turned on by killing someone, the rush had never been that strong before, and the fact that Randy had been there with him made it even better. He needed Randy right then and there.

The murder of Kennedy Kennedy may possibly be traced back to John because of its similarity to the murder of Johnny Post, but it wasn't as though he cared. He wanted Ken to suffer. And that he did.

As John slammed his cock inside Randy's willing body, he knew that everything they had just done was worth every second, was worth any possible repercussions they may face.

Cody looked up as Chucky and Chris entered Em City. Chris nodded to Cody, and Cody smiled at him. He turned to Ted, who stared at him wide-eyed. He knew then that Ken Kennedy was no more. And he breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arm around Cody and pulling him into a loving hug.