Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Four

Alberto waited by Alex's side in the Emergency Room. The young man was in pain but sleep claimed him while they waited for the doctor to give them the news of what condition Alex was in. The blond did not talk about what happened and Alberto did not want to push the issue. He looked up when he heard footsteps. He turned to the doctor and stood.

She smiled up at him. "I'm Dr. Johnson."

"Alberto Del Rio." He shook her hand. "How is he?"

"Well, he's not that bad off. He has two cracked ribs, bruised knuckles, and his face is pretty banged up," she stated. "Luckily, he does not have a concussion."

Alberto smiled and said, "That's good."

"He can go home in an hour. If he is in any pain or discomfort, any painkiller will do." She left to make her rounds.

Alberto leaned down toward Alex and brushed his lips against his. "You'll get to leave soon, mi novio."

Alex smiled and winced in pain.

"You're up."

Alex blinked several times and stared at Alberto. "How long have I been here?"

"Three hours."

The blond groaned. "Mike's going to kill me."

"No, I talked with him. I told him what happened and that he should go without you. He's really stubborn." The Mexican smiled.

"He can be."

"Barrett had to convince him as well. I called Vince and told him that you will be out a few days so your bruises could heal."

Alex nodded.

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Talk to me," Alberto insisted.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll be fine."

Alberto folded his arms over his chest.

"I was just attacked, okay?"

"Did they say anything?"

Alex shook his head, keeping his eyes down.

Alberto gently caressed his cheek. "Mi novio."

Alex smiled.

Alex was in his room when a knock came. He spied through the peephole and opened the door. Mike stared at him as he stepped in.

"What happened?" Mike growled.

"I was attacked," Alex replied.

"Was it Brodus? Ricardo? Who?"

"I don't know. They wore masks, but I know one of them wasn't Brodus."

Mike nodded.

"At least, I have a week off. Crappy."

"No, it's good. Dude, look at your face."

Alex glared at him. "Thanks, Mike."

"No problem." Mike scanned the room. "Nice."

Alex smiled. "Alberto got me this room."

Mike nodded. "Of course, it's not as good as mine."

Alex shook his head.

The older man stared at him. "What are we going to do to protect you?"

"I don't need bodyguards. I landed a few good hits."

Mike quirked an eyebrow. "Really?"

The younger man nodded and showed his mentor his knuckles.

"But you were outnumbered and got hurt worse."

"I just got two cracked ribs and bruised knuckles. So what if my face is bruised up as well? They'll heal."

Mike shook his head. "I don't know, A-Ri."

"Let's not worry about it. I'm getting hungry."

"Alright. Let's go. My treat."

Alex shook his head and got his wallet and key card. They left and stepped into the elevator. When the doors closed, they saw Phil coming out of a room with Randy right behind. The two blinked.

"What..." Mike began.

"The..." Alex continued.

"Fuck?" both finished.

"Oddly, I'm curious," Mike replied.

"I'm just hungry."

"Fine." Mike rolled his eyes. "Ruin my fun."

Alberto stood underneath the shower, enjoying the hot water. His mind was filled with the thoughts of Alex. He smiled as he lathered himself up. It would take a couple of hours to get back to the blond's hotel. Even though he would only get to spend four hours with his love, it was worth it. He looked down at his erection and smiled. He wanted to wait on sex with his love. He wanted to know Alex, what he liked and hated, what his dreams are, what his opinions are, everything. He was willing to wait for the blond. Alberto relieved his need before stepping out of the shower. He needed to get going if he wanted to spend some time with Alex. He quickly dried himself and dressed.

Ricardo and Brodus walked in as Alberto examined himself in the mirror.

"We're going out," Ricardo informed. "Would you like to come with us?"

"Busy tonight," Alberto replied. He turned to them. "Leave him alone."

"What?" Brodus and Ricardo asked.

"You heard me. Leave him alone." Alberto grabbed his things and left.

The two men stared at each other and smirked.

Alberto climbed into his rental and drove to Alex's hotel. His own bags were already packed and placed in the back. He did not want to waste a minute. He kept within the speed limit as much as he could. Excitement built with each passing moment. He knew his love would be asleep when he got there, but he had an extra key card.

After a few hours of driving, Alberto pulled into the parking lot. He got out his overnight bag and stuff his toiletry bag within it. He jogged to the hotel after locking up his rental. He jogged through the lobby and to the elevators. Alberto waited as it lifted to Alex's floor. He got out onto the floor, quickly made his way to Alex's room, he slipped the card in, and stepped into the room.

Alberto smiled at the sleeping form of his love. He quickly undressed and crept over to him. He gently pulled the covers back to reveal the naked form of Alex.

Alex shifted and turned to Alberto. His eyelids fluttered and he blinked awake. He jumped back.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" he said as he scooted away.

"Sweetie, sweetie, it's me." Alberto turned on the lamplight.

Alex gripped his chest trying to calm down. His eyes were wide with fear. "What-what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to spend some time with you." Alberto slid into the bed with Alex.

Alex blushed and smiled as he calmed down.

"Come," Alberto said and Alex did as he was told.

Alberto peppered the young man's face with butterfly kisses before settling down with his boyfriend in his arms. "I was wondering, why not travel with me for a little while until you have to go back?"

Alex smiled. "I was thinking about that. I talked to Mike and he said that I should do it."

The Mexican smiled broadly.

"I'll go with you until I have to go back to taping on Monday."

"Mi novio." He kissed Alex deeply.

They both settled and let sleep claim them.

Alex sat in The Corre's locker room while Alberto did his match. Wade had insisted that he stay with them so they could watch over the blond. Alex sighed and leaned on his elbows.

"Why the long face?" Heath asked as he sat beside him.

"Bored," Alex replied.

Heath nodded and examined his face. "They did a number on you."

Alex nodded.

"Are they looking into the attack?"

"I didn't file a report."

"Why not?" Justin asked as he sat down on the other side of the blond.

"I just didn't want to," Alex replied.

"What if they attack you again?" Heath asked.

"I'll deal."

"What if you're outnumbered?" Justin asked.

"I can handle it," Alex replied.

The two stared at him.

"I need a drink," Alex said as he stood up.

"We're coming with you," Heath said as he and Justin stood up.

"I'm just going down the hall," Alex said.

"And? We're coming with you," Justin replied.

"Stay!" Alex barked and left.

"He's just as stubborn as Mike," Heath said.

"If he's not back in ten minutes..." Justin replied.

Alex wandered down the hall to the vending machine and stared at the drinks it sold. He placed his money in and his drink. He was about to open in when he was jerked into a utility closet. He was slammed against the door. His wrists were pinned down and lips pressed against his. He struggled against the grasp. He kneed his attacker and pushed the person away. He yanked the door open and ran back to the locker room.

Heath and Justin stared at him. "What happened?"

"I was getting a drink and someone pulled me into a utility room," he answered.

Heath nodded and ran down the hall.

"Did he hurt you?" Justin asked.

"He-uh-slammed me against the wall, pinned me, and started to kiss me," Alex replied.

Justin stared at him. "What if he was Alberto trying to surprise you?"

Alex thought for a moment and groaned.

Heath came back. "I couldn't find him."

"Find who?" Alberto asked as he stood in the doorway with sweat glistening his body.

"Alex was almost sexually assault," Justin replied.

"What?" Alberto searched his boyfriend's face.

Alex nodded.

Alberto sighed and wiped his face with both of his hands. "Come, my novio. Thank you for watching him."

Heath and Justin nodded.

The two walked quietly to Alberto's private locker room. Alberto locked the door behind them. He pulled Alex into a hug and kissed him deeply.

"Want to take a shower with me?" Alberto asked.

"Luckily, I bought a change of clothes," Alex replied.

With that, they stood in the shower, water cascading down their muscular bodies. They held each other as they kissed each other.

Ricardo stood outside Alberto's locker room. He tried calling him, knocking on the door, and turning the knob. He seethed as he went looking for Brodus. His thoughts were on separating the new couple.