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Thank you all for reading and I did get a comment on how Mike got pregnant well...Im sorry I cannot explain that! I know nothing about what would make a man have a baby but I was hopping you all could look past that heheh, sure that can't ever happen(Not naturally I dont think) But hey, really the chances of Randy Orton raping Mike is very unlikey, as is the chance of either of them being gay. This story is just to entertain me, to get me practice at writing, and for the joy of anyone who is having a good time reading and anticipating my chapters.
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Word count - 1,627
Pairing - Randy Orton/Mike Mizanin
Warning - Cursing, Mpreg, pants pissing
Alex glanced up at Mike as the pregnant man entered the room. Mike seemed a bit on edge, he was trembling violently.
Alex didn't like it.
"Hey Mike, you okay?" The younger blond stood from his seated position on his bed, slowly making his way over to Mike. Alex gently rested his hand on the mans shoulder, his concern only worsening as he felt Mike jump under his gentle touch.
Mike didn't even give him the comfort of a response, he just stood there, staring at the far wall, his bright blue eyes dark, showing how deep in thought the man was, his eyes flickering around as the thoughts changed around. Alex simply watched him, staying by his side to ensure some comfort, anything he could do to let Mike know he was there for him.
"Alex..." Mike started off, his voice a mere whisper getting taken away by the loud rumbling noise of the air conditioner. They were in a small town a while away from Tampa, they had no NICE hotel rooms to offer, almost none at all.
"Yeah Mike?" Alex watched him carefully, making sure to take in every flicker of the mans eyes, every swipe of Mike's tongue over his chapped lips. Mike said nothing else, Alex finally concluding Mike was simply assuring himself that he was there. Gradualy Alex moved, his hands slowly winding around Mike's thick waist, and his chin coming to rest on the shorted mans shoulder, letting Mike lean against him, and let Alex take all the weight for him.
Mike finally let go, he rested his eyes and soon his soft snores filled the room. Weeks of worry, months of pain since being violated, it finally caught up to him. Mike decided he had to buckle and let someone in, let someone take care of him and...
And maybe he could trust Alex...
But no...John...
Mike instantly shoved Alex off as soon as John crossed his mind, he was not a cheater. He refused to cheat, especially on John. Alex stumbled back, his eyes wide as he stared at Mike in shock.
"The hell Mike?" All Alex could do was blink at the man stupidly, John had not even crossed his mind. Fuck John, the man was going to break Mike's heart and Alex was going to make sure he paid for it but damn...What was going on?
"Y-You cant touch me like that! I have a boyfriend Riley!" Mike growled at him, huffing and storming off to the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.
If only Mike knew that he in fact did not have a boyfriend. John had dropped him like he was nothing and Alex was just trying to protect him...
Randy stretched, slowly cracking one eye open to glance at the clock on his bedside table.
8:30
He had to be at the arena at ten to rehurse and get everything straight for tonight. It was Monday, Friday night smackdown superstars were going to be on RAW tonight.
Wonderful.
He let a tiny smile grace his lips, he had business to work with sooner or later anyways and it would be so much easier to just talk to the fearful man in person instead of over the phone. It had been almost a week since he had spoken to Mike that night, he had yet to call the man back. He had planned on it but he kept putting it off. Randy Orton was no coward, he preferred doing things face to face instead of hiding behind a tiny cellular device. That may be why when he wanted a divorce he drove eleven hours back to Missouri to tell Samantha.
Randy paused at the thought of his soon to be ex-wife. He had loved the women very much but he knew it just would not last. He cherated on her while on the road and he knew for a fact she had her own rendezvous while he was away. Randyh had long ago realize he did LOVE her but he was no long IN love with her, that ship had sailed long ago. The only problem with the divorce was that Sam was keeping Alana with her. Randy would only see her when he got to go home and even then he was no longer allowed to stay in a home with her. He was giving Samatha their home in the divorce settlement, he could get another one but still...It was hard being away fromn his baby girl as it was, now throw in some lawyers, Sam being pissed and trashing him in front of the small girl...
Nothing good could come of that.
The man drug himself out of bed, it was dim in his room, all lights off. Only the suns rays coming through a crack in the drapes gave him light to see and he sat up and glanced around. On his phone he had three missed calls from Cena, and a text message from Ted. The man didn't care enough to call back or respond to his text, no he sat there, running his fingers through his hair like he did when he was frustrated or deep in thought. He wore only silk black boxers that clung to his ass, hugging him nicely. Randy was truly a work of art, his body sculpted by what seemed to be the words most talented artists, his tattoo's adding to the rugged sexy look he adored. His stubble giving him a gruff look. he was tall and lean, muscular though. It looked near perfect on him, unlike other men he worked with who seemed to be too large, abnormal.
Randy slowly stood, grunting lightly as his joints cracked. The Missouri born man stretched once more and began his day, stepping into the bathroom to get himself a quick shower before heading off to the arena.
Mike sighed softly, his bag over one shoulder as he made his way down the quiet hall way. He was searching for his dressing room and he had brilliantly refused help from Alex. He was just being stubborn because of what had happened. What in the hell was his problem anyways? Alex knew he loved John, what exactly was he playing at?
Mike was so immersed in his thinking he didn't notice the tall built man leaning against the wall a bit further down the hallway, staring at him as he made his way through the concrete building.
He was going to regret letting his thoughts get the better of him.
The troubled man walked straight into none other than Randal Keither Orton. As soon as Mike's eyes landed on the mans face...
A loud horrified scream issued. Yes Mike had spoken to him over the phone but seeing him, actually being face to face with him where Randy could tocuh him...
Mike threw his bag at the man, turning to start off in a run, if only he was faster. But no, unfortunately for him all Randy did was reach out, one hand roughly grabbing Mike by the shoulder and the other coming down hard on him mouth. The apex predator yanked Mike into a dressing room, Randy's dressing room in fact. As soon as the door shut Randy shoved Mike, watching him fall down onto the leather couch that was positioned in the middle of the room before locking the door and simply staring as Mike had what seemed to be a mental break down.
Mike noticed Randy's eyes on him, he gave a jolt and fell over the couch, bringing the leather seat down with him, flipping it over backwards onto the floor with a loud crash. The man then slowly scooted away using his hands to move himself.
"R-Randy," Mike squeaked out. "Wh-What are you d-do-doing?" He was so afraid he already had tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. No Mike was not always this much of a pussy but the man had raped him...
The taller man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and watching Mike shake. "Im waiting for you to get your shit together Mizanin, fuck if I wanted to do something to you I would have already started doing it, and you would know what I was doing dumbass." He paused, eyes Mike's groin, making the man look away and reach down to cover himself only to see warmth seeping from the front of his jeans. He jerked his hand back, snapping his head down to look, simply finding that he had indeed pissed himself.
A low rumbling chuckle sounded, Mike's wide fearful eyes snapping back up to Randy as the man...Laughed?
Yes, Randy Orton was laughing at him. The look he wore on his face being the least dangerous look Mike had ever seen being adorned by the man and...It didn't look half bad on him.
"O-Oh okay, L-Laugh at me why d-dont you!" Mike sniffled, trying to disappear into the wall.
"Don't worry, I am." Randy chuckled a bit more before letting his smile fade. "We have to talk about this kid Mike." His voice was not cold like it always was, not so dangerous...
And Mike guess that was because inside him now was a baby...A baby Randy seemed to care about.
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MyBizTheMiz: I have reached THIRTY reviews! I could just cry!
Miz: How come?
Alex: Im happy for you!
Randy: You didnt deserve the reviews.
MyBizTheMiz: Because im proud people enjoy my fic enough to review it Mike! And thank you Alex!
Randy: What about me?
MyBizTheMiz: You can kiss my ass.
Randy: That would be unpleasant for the both of us.
Mike: *Giggles*
Alex: *Twitch*
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Alex: You actually considered it?
Randy: She told me too.
Mike: RUN! RUN MUSE HAVING PERSON! RUN AND HIDE YOUR BUM!
