Anyone ever watched 'Queer as Folk'? Well, the Jeri-Bourne shower is about as big as Brian and Justin's shower, which (when I watched it) I thought it was HUGE! The sex scene in it didn't hurt either, but whatever.


Chris yawned as he got out of his truck, wondering just when the hell he'd be able to get a full nights sleep. He shut the door with a firm slam, locking it with a push to the device on his key-ring. He swung the keys around on his fingers, making his way up the sidewalk. He paused at the front door, wondering if he should have brought chocolates or something.

He loved his Evan, and he'd broken a promise to him.

Chris grasped the doorknob, brow creasing when he felt scratches beneath his palm, //Great, some dog is chewing up my house.//

Chris didn't think a thing of it, he walked inside, "I'm home! You up, sweetling?"

No answer, his baby must still be sleeping. He smiled to himself, removing his coat and hanging it up. He started on his shoes, hopping a bit as he unlaced them one at a time. He kicked them off at the heels, letting them fall where they wanted in the corner. It was kind of cold in here, and he flicked the heat on as he passed the thermostat. He padded toward the kitchen, hoping to grab a beer and relax a bit before his bubbly pet came downstairs.

Chris walked past the living room, almost into the kitchen when his dom instincts went on high alert. The hair on his arms stood up, goosebumps breaking out along his forearm. He back-tracked, stopping at the entryway to the living room. He put his hand on the doorframe, putting his weight on it, nails slowly digging into the painted surface. Disbelief flooded him, anger…shock…

His beloved Evan was laid out on the floor of the living room, out cold with his hands tucked up behind his back.

"E-Evan?" Chris hurried forward, dropping beside his pet and looking him over. He cupped his face with one hand, noting the bruises visible along the tops of his shoulders and neck. A small bruise was blooming along his jaw, like he'd been punched. He reached under the boy's small body, eyes widening when he found metal around his pet's wrists.

"Fuck" Chris spat, hating himself for it but standing up and leaving his pet anyways. He raced through the house, nearly sliding along the wooden floor of the kitchen. He hurried into his den, getting to his desk and started opening drawers. He rifled through them messily, knowing the kit was in here somewhere. He'd bought it when he bought their handcuffs, just in case he lost the keys. He found the leather wrap, untying it and peering inside to see it was right.

Chris ran out, racing to the living room as if he were timed. He slid to his pet's side, ignoring the carpet burns he could feel beneath his palm when he broke his fall.

"I'm sorry, Evvy" Chris murmured, rolling his pet onto his stomach. Evan let out a soft noise, but didn't move. Chris winced when he saw the dried and glistening blood coating the handcuffs, skin had broken beneath the unforgiving metal. The blonde rolled the kit out along the floor, filled with silver instruments for picking locks. He plucked out one of the smaller ones, examining it briefly and determining it was the right one.

It didn't take long for Chris to pick both wrists, tossing the cuffs aside as his pet's arms fell limp to his sides.

"Come on, precious" Chris rolled his boy up into his arms, carrying his limp form bridal style towards the stairs. Thank God for his strength, he moved Evan with ease. His pet gave a few whimpers, but didn't wake up. Chris operated on auto-pilot, wanting to concentrate on just waking Evan up before he analyzed the blood staining his pet's pajama bottoms. He carried his pet straight to the bathroom, not bothering to remove their clothes before he kicked open the shower stall. He stepped inside the spacious shower, going to the wall and turning on the cold water with his elbow.

Chris cringed when the first icy blast hit him, but he made sure it struck his pet, "Wake up, Evan. Be a good boy and open those pretty doe eyes for me."

Chris dropped his legs gently, supporting all of the boy's slight weight by his head and keeping a strong arm around the small of his back. The blonde let the water wash over Evan's face and neck, dried tears washing away while they both got soaked. He slapped his cheek lightly, trying to rouse him.

It took too many long moments before Evan started coughing and sputtering, spitting out the water that hit his mouth. Evan's hands clawed at his master's wet shirt, gasping desperately as he was brought out of his drug-induced sleep. All the pain came back, he cried out when he tried to stand on his own.

Seeing his distress, Chris shut off the water and picked his pet back up. He did the first thing that came naturally, he took his pet to their bedroom and let him settle on their down-soft coverlet. Chris kneeled down in front of him, looking into his sweet face and trying to find the truth. Forgetting the wet hair that plastered to their foreheads and the dripping clothes, they met eyes.

"Evan…what happened?" Chris whispered.

Evan held up his wrist, looking down at it and realizing the shredded skin and blood was his own. He hadn't even felt it during-

Chris watched his pet cringe and try to withdraw on himself, "No, precious, no…don't pull away from me."

Evan sucked in a shaky breath, "I…I'm so sorry, Master…I tried to fight him…but…."

"Evan, look at me" Chris cupped the unmarred side of the boy's face, really looking at him "What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

Evan nodded slowly, wincing at the pain but managing to stand. With his master knelt before him, Evan's trembling fingers worked open the remaining buttons of his shirt. He slid the wet material off, ignoring the gasp from the blonde as he saw the scratch and bite marks over his torso. Tears slipped silently down as his cheeks as he took off his pants as well, revealing the bruising along his hips.

"What the fuck?" Chris stood up, anger surfacing now "Who the hell did this to you!?"

Evan's lower lip trembled, "…I'm so sorry…"

Chris left him standing there, returning moments later with a big fluffy towel.

"Oh God, Evvy, don't cry" Chris soothed, draping the warm material around his pet and making him sit down on the bed. He cupped his chilly cheeks, making the boy look at him while he thumbed away his tears. Evan sniffled back his tears, letting out a little groan when he realized how badly his head hurt. He felt achy…not just a rough sex ache but a sick one. The kind people got when they had the flu…but Evan never got sick. It was why he loved the cold, he could stay out in the snow for hours and not even catch a cold.

"Tell me who did this to you" Chris demanded softly "Tell me exactly what happened."

Evan obeyed his master, "It was AJ."

"Styles did this?!" Chris barked without meaning to "Didn't I tell you, Evan?! I knew he was nothing but trash!"

Evan began to stutter through what had happened, skipping some of the details.

"And he injected me with something…" Evan moved the towel aside, pushing up the leg of his boxers to reveal a tiny puncture wound.

"It was just to drug you" Chris growled.

Evan looked up at the blonde, "May I take a proper shower now?"

"Of course, precious" Chris switched gears, deciding to take care of his pet before he let himself fly into a rage. He stepped back, letting the younger man stand up.

Evan sneezed loudly, getting so dizzy he had to sit back down. He shook his head a little, sniffling.

Chris watched this curiously, offering his hand and helping his pet to his feet, "Are you ok?"

"I…I think so" Evan replied weakly, feeling a bit frail at the moment "I just need some real rest, Master. I'll be fine once I…wash away his touch."

Chris dropped a kiss on his pet's temple, escorting him to the bathroom and shutting the door between him. His kind look immediately twisted into a scowl, all but seeing red as he stomped downstairs. He flexed his neck in a very Orton-like way, resisting the urge to destroy all that was around him. He wanted to just toss it all, take Evan away from here (maybe even burn something.)

But Chris knew that this was just out of rage, so he resisted those urges and grabbed the phone instead. He hesitated, wondering who he wanted to call first, and decided there was only one. His beta leader, the sound reason behind The Court. He dialed quickly, putting the phone to his ear and listening to it ring.

Eventually there was an answer, "You've got Michaels."

xXxXxXx

Shawn stopped at a red light he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be at, peering at the screen of his GPS system with an evident air of confusion. He cocked his head, squinting at it, hoping it would change. While a lot of the roster lived in Tampa, he hated this place. He would rather be in San Antonio any day, even in LA. He knew those places! While he was kind of sure he was supposed to keep going straight, this thing told him in 100% accuracy to go left.

"Okey-dokey" he made a face, making the left turn. He looked around, now he was sure he was on the wrong side of town. This was nothing but Mom & Pop shops, his pet was in the shopping district. He was supposed to meet John…oh, he made another face, he was supposed to meet John at that one coffee shop about an hour and a half ago. His boy was going to be pissed at him, maybe even withhold sex.

//Yeah right// Shawn continued down the street, a smirk curling his lips //Like he can resist The Showstopper for more than a few hours.//

Shawn shot himself a grin in the mirror, glad to see he still had his looks. He realized what he was doing and started laughing, shaking his head.

"And I call Johnny vain" Shawn kept his eyes on the road, he didn't even see his GPS screen flicker and change streets on him "Wonder where he gets it."

His phone rang, and he had a two-ring long debate on whether or not to talk on the phone while he was driving. He made a split-decision and pulled to the curb, the only car along the street that was parked. The legend grabbed his phone, quickly answering it.

"You've got Michaels."

A shout of his name echoed on the other hand, he winced but listened as the man started ranting at him.

"Chris?" Shawn guessed, getting an exasperated reply "Ok, ok, Christopher, what the hell did you just say?"

He snarled at the reply, "No I don't need to turn my hearing aid up! I-I don't even have one, you jackass. Just repeat what you said, but less screaming this time."

Chris did take a few breaths, then repeated what he said before. Shawn listened intently, horror striking his handsome features.

"Are you sure?" Shawn asked gravely, lips pursing when Chris rattled off some of the things he'd seen on Evan's body "He was raped? And Styles did it? Evan's sure?"

Chris assured him of this, then continued.

"Stay there, Chris, and calm down" Shawn soothed the angry man "Be there for your boy. I'll call everyone, I'll get anyone who's available there and we'll decide just what to do about this."

The legend winced when he heard his friend sniffle, "Come on, Chrissy, keep it together for Evan. We'll be there soon, alright? Just stay calm, and don't do anything stupid."

Shawn hung up, taking a deep breath before dialing a number he knew by heart. It rang a few times before voicemail picked up.

You've reached me, the Guru of Greatness! I'm probably wrestling…or doing any number of interesting things. So leave a message, and I'm sure I'll get back to you.

Beep.

"Listen sweetheart, you know I'm sorry I left you at the coffee shop" Shawn sighed, this sour feeling in the pit of his stomach "Don't be angry with me, darlin', I just got lost. This stupid GPS…the point is, I'm sorry. But something happened, Evan was attacked yesterday. Chris found him this morning, so I'm heading over there with the rest of the Court. I want you to go back to the hotel room and stay there, lock yourself in. I want to know you're safe while we're taking care of this. Love ya, sweetheart."

Shawn hung up, sighing. He didn't even have a full minute to think over how to word the situation to everyone when he got a text back from his lover's cell.

Fine. But don't bother coming back tonight, I'm locking the door against you too.

"Fair's fair" Shawn sighed.

Now that he knew his pet was safe, he needed to get everyone together

He called Mark, the line picking up immediately, "Mark, we've got problems."

Little did Shawn Michaels know he had more than a he thought, for it wasn't his precious pet who'd texted him…but his rapist.

xXxXxXx

Those who could show at Jericho's house did. Edge, Christian, Punk, Swagger, Miz, and Batista all were scheduled for the taping and house shows and couldn't make it.

Undertaker showed, though. Shawn and Cena sat on the couch, Ted at John's feet.

Matt had Jeff in his lap on one of the plush chairs, rubbing soothing circles on his lower back. He adored the kid, and he hated that Evan had been attacked the moment he was left alone.

Randy showed up as well, and he was leaning against the wall with Cody sitting on the footstool by his side. He was rubbing at his belly a bit, trying to concentrate on Evan's attack instead of how fat he seemed to be getting. His master tried to tell him it was growing muscle, but it felt different.

Chris sat in his favorite tan leather chair, running his fingers over his lips roughly, "I can't believe this happened. I was only gone for one night."

"And AJ did it?" Matt scowled "The bastard. I knew he was crazy, but I didn't think he'd actually do something like this."

Randy tilted his head back against the wall, "Where's he now?""Evan?" Jericho sighed "He's sleeping it off. That asshole really did a number on him. I came home and found him passed out and handcuffed right here on the floor. Styles probably drugged him and left him just like that."

Ted hissed out a breath, flattening his back against the couch, "That's his blood."

It was true, a stain of crimson from the handcuffs cuts was right there in the middle of the floor.

"What do we do about this, 'Taker?" Cena gave his leader a curious look "Evan's just a kid."

"With all the circumstances accounted for…" Shawn gestured outward "This was done unprovoked, we've never had any vendetta against Styles. It was obviously pre-planned, and executed with malicious accuracy. I see no reason for mercy."

"Let me kill him."

Chris's dark whisper made the three subs shudder, not used to the man seething such anger.

"Chris?" Mark made his name a question, wondering if the man was sure of this.

"That man…broke into my home" Chris grit his teeth, leaning forward "He drugged and raped Evan in my home! While I was gone, he shed my pet's blood and left him here for me to find! He broke something I love dearly, and for that I'm going to shove a knife down his throat. If you try and stop me-"

"Chrissy?" came the soft, almost child-like murmur from up the stairs. All eyes watched as Evan slowly descended the stairs, flushed and eyes dilated. He was all but panting, clad in nothing but a large t-shirt that fluttered around his thighs and some boxers. They could easily see the darkened bruise on his jaw, bite marks visible along his shoulders and neck.

Evan walked over to his master, dropping to his knees beside him. He weakly circled one of the blonde's legs, nuzzling his thigh with his cheek. Jeff gave a little hiss when he saw the ravenette's wrists, bandaged now but he knew it must've been from the handcuffs.

"Evvy, what are you doing? You should be in bed" Chris lifted his pet's face, concern in his eyes as he looked noted the boy's flushed cheeks. He touched his forehead with the back of his hand, then his pulse.

Matt bit the side of his cheek, "He looks horrible."

"His fever's gone up" Chris hated that Evan had gotten so sick in such a short amount of time "He's almost delusional, he was wandering around the kitchen earlier. He can't eat, I can barely get him to drink…Ev, precious, go back to bed."

"Wanna be with you" Evan whispered, then gave a low whine and buried his face in the bend of his master's knee "Can't sleep."

"I know, Evvy, I know" Chris cupped the back of his pet's neck, looking up at his leader "He never gets sick, 'Taker. Styles injected him with something…I think there was something else in it. He just sneezed a few hours ago, and now he's fevered. Nothing I give him works."

"This is wrong" Randy rolled his neck "Why would Styles do this? Was this just a coincidence?"

Matt and Chris exchanged a long look, the older Hardy patted his brother on the leg, "Go take Evan back upstairs, Jeffy. Make him comfortable."

"Sure" Jeff got up, going over and bringing Evan into his arms "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you back into bed."

"I'm not a kid" Evan grumbled, but he let the older man take most of his weight. He was taken back upstairs, and only when they disappeared did Jericho claw a hand through his hair.

"You see what he did to my Evan?" Chris all but snarled "My boy can barely walk a straight line, and he's in so much pain…there's nothing I can do."

"I know, Chris, but you have to be calm about this" Mark leant forward in his seat, hands folded "The last time someone overreacted to this kind of situation, a lot of people ended up dead."

Chris's cellphone went off, making the blonde jump. He dug it out of his pocket, looking down at the screen.

"It's Miz" Chris sighed, glad that it was another master.

Shawn cleared his throat, "Chris, if you want me to answer it…"

"No, I'll tell him" Chris gave a slight smile, clicking the button and putting the phone to his ear "Hey Mike."

"Hey there, Chrissy!"

xXxXxXx

At The Arena

Jake was sitting on the bench, foot flat in front of him on the locker so he could lace it. He had already finished up his house show, showered, and changed back into his street clothes. He was ready to get back to the hotel and sleep it off, he had been in a Fatal-Four Way match and it had taken a lot out of him. Not to mention the singles match right before that to qualify for the FFW match…

Jake suppressed a yawn.

"Aw" a voice purred in his ear, arms draping down around his neck "Is my baby tired?"

"A bit" Jake replied honestly.

Miz chuckled, nosing into that thick crop of hay colored hair before pulling away, "I'm almost done. I just gotta make a phone call and finish getting dressed."

"Ok" Jake hauled both their duffle bags over his massive shoulders, getting up and flashing his master a look "I'll wait up."

"No, no" Miz waved it off, picking up his cell "You go on ahead. Shawn left me a message earlier to go to Chris's house, I'm gonna see what they want."

"Alright."

Jake went to leave, getting a sharp whistle, "Jake-love, you forgetting something?"

Jake turned back to his master, flashing him a cute smile. He walked over, holding both bags with one hand in a move that testified to his strength and using the other to cup the back of his master's neck. He leaned down, meeting their lips. Miz smiled into the kiss, tilting his head and deepening it. The blonde pulled him in closer, passion fueling them.

"Mmm, that's better" Miz hummed, tongue flickering over his bottom lip "Go wait in the car, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Whatever you want, Master" Jake dipped down, giving his neck a quick kiss.

Miz watched with a smirk as his pet left the locker room, leaving him all but alone. They had both finished pretty early in the night, they didn't get to be in the taped show. It was a Smackdown and ECW taping tonight, they had just warmed the crowd up.

Miz dialed up Jericho's number, getting his jacket out of his locker. He had just worked one arm into a sleeve when the blonde picked up.

"Hey there, Chrissy!" Miz sang into the phone, smiling though the man couldn't see him "HBK said something happened, but he was kind of vague. What happened?"

Miz listened as Chris told him all about it. He put on his jacket slowly, listening intently to his friend said. Though fully dressed, Miz sat down on the bench and hung onto every word. He put his hand to his mouth, positively disgusted with what he heard.

"I can't believe it" Mike breathed, heart aching at the thought of it "What are we going to do about this?"

Chris replied, offending the young man, "Of course I want to help! Evan is my friend, I adore that kid. No one deserves to be hurt like that."

Miz was put on speaker phone, and the Court discussed what they thought was best.

xXx

Jake lugged the duffle bags higher over his shoulders, huffing out a breath as he made his way down the steps into the parking garage. It took his eyes a long moment to adjust to the dimness after being in stark white hallways all day, but he continued on. He dug the keys to the rental out of his pocket, staring down at them curiously. He couldn't quite remember what the car looked like. They'd had so many the past two weeks, how was he supposed to keep them straight?

Jake squinted down the row, thinking that it was that little blue car at the end…

Jake didn't even see the blow coming, he had no way to defend himself. He barley choked out a scream when the solid object stuck his temple, falling to his knees and dropping the duffle bags. His vision spun, going fuzzy at the edges, and he reached up in human instinct to cradle what had been hit. Before he had three thoughts strung together, another blow came to the back of his skull.

Jake lost consciousness, darkness engulfing him.

Kozlov was panting like a wild boar, adrenaline and lust rushing through him as he took down the younger man. The blonde had collapsed under only two blows. He dropped the tire iron, letting it clatter to the cement ground. He waited, eyes roaming the large form in both a predatory and an analytical manner. Once he was sure Swagger wouldn't be getting back up, he knelt down next to him and rolled him onto his back roughly.

Kozlov could just see the shining jewels beneath those blonde-spun lashes, Jake only aware for a few seconds before his eyes closed completely. The Ukrainian grabbed the top of his shirt, and with one swift jerk the first four buttons broke. The soft, tan skin of chest was revealed…the muscles evident. Vladimir knew he was the only one who could completely dominant this boy, for he had height and a good forty pounds on him. He'd manhandled Jake in the ring, and he knew he could do the same in bed. The thought of this boy tied down, restrained, screaming as he was shown what a real master could do…

Picture-perfect American boy…blonde hair, blue eyed…

Kozlov slipped his hand between the folds of the torn shirt, giving a small grunt as he savored the firm muscle beneath his palm. He got lost in the sensations, his thumb trailing along the boy's clavicle and up just below his chin. He bent down to kiss him, getting just a taste before he heard footsteps.

Kozlov looked up, scowling when he saw Raven running toward him.

"You dawdling idiot, you wanna put us all in danger?" Raven snapped, grabbing the man by his thick bicep and pulling him to his feet "You wasted your time, the rest of us are in place already. Now get out of here!"

Kozlov growled something at him in Russian, but the blonde cut him off.

"I don't give a shit, you hear me?" Raven looked down at the blonde, nudging him with his foot before turning his attention to the tire iron "This is good, this'll get him to the hospital. I'll call Batista and Kane, give them the go-ahead. Let's go."

Kozlov tried to protest, but stopped when the blonde gave him a heated look.

"Mizanin is coming, so get your ass in gear" Raven pointed to the white car two rows down "JBL got that for your get away, so…disappear until you get the call."

Kozlov huffed, but agreed.

Raven patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, big guy, you'll get another chance after we decide what to do with The Court."

Kozlov decided to obey, leaving the scene.

Raven all but faded into the shadows, deciding to watch the spectacle that was about to unfold in front of him. He needed to stay here at the arena anyways, he might as well enjoy the show.

xXx

Miz was still on the phone, even as he made his way to the parking garage. He decided to continue the conversation elsewhere when it had turned into a full-fledge debate.

"Are you sure we can't just call the police?" Mike asked timidly, getting a snap from the blonde "I know you want to take care of this, Chris. I guess I'm too new to get how things work…"

Miz continued down the rows of cars, looking for the small blue rental they had. He saw something up ahead, something that made his heart stop. There was a heap of what looked like clothes there on the ground, two duffle bags lying limp on either side of it. The closer he got, the more he realized just what the hell was there.

"Oh God" Mike breathed, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth in shock. He nearly stumbled, but quickly gathered himself together.

"Chris, I'll call you back."

Miz stuffed his phone into his pocket, dashing forward with all his strength and all but sliding to his knees. He felt his jeans tears, pain shot up his kneecaps, but he didn't care.

Jake was lying there, out cold and breathing irregularly. Miz's hand shook as he reached out and cupping his pet's face, he looked up and around to see if anyone was around. No one, they were alone.

"Jake?" Mike lightly slapped his pet's face, getting no response "Jake, baby, wake up. Please…wake up."

Panic started flooding through his system, seeing his strong protector lying broken on the ground. He looked closer, all but whimpering when he saw the blood staining the corner of the blonde's mouth. He slid his hand down into his hair, clamping his teeth over his bottom lip when he felt something hot and sticky. Slowly, Mike pulled his hand back.

Blood.

"Mike?" came a French accented voice, he looked up to see Maryse standing there "Are you ok, chérie?"

With tears in his eyes, he stuttered out, "Maryse, p-please…call an ambulance!"

Maryse hurried to obey, pulling out her cellphone to do so. Mike laid his hand over his pet's chest, feeling his heart beat slowly beneath his palm. He blinked away his tears, struggling to concentrate on who could've done this. He noted that his pet's shirt was torn, the buttons ripped away and now scattered on the cement.

"Don't worry, love…" Miz whispered, stroking his hair and forgetting the blood on his hands.

Miz wouldn't remember to call Chris back until they were at the hospital.


Damn, that one got really long. Let this one make up for any of the others you thought were too short.