Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. If I did own them...mmm, thoughts O_O
Rating: M/R
Author: CobraStyleLove
Pairings: SLASH! M/M LOVING! Don't like, don't read! Ted/Cody (Rhodiase), Randy/Evan (Bournton? :S). Maybe more later, but you know, first Slash fic, first wrestling fic and all that. Want to take it easy :')
Summary: Cody is slutting around, sleeping with anybody he can get his hands on, after he gets rejected by Phil, and Ted's sick of watching his best friend go downhill. But why does he care so much? Evan's finally on Raw, and he's getting a lot of attention from the other wrestlers- including Randy.
Okay, so because I hated the last chapter, and I know how rushed it was, I wanna make it up to you.
So I started this the day after I posted the last chapter, and I'm slaving over it, so you don't have ages to wait like last time.
Haha, don't hate me for this chapter o.o I had to do it... you'll see what I'm talking about :'(
And yeah, there hasn't been a draft yet, kay? I may include it later, though...
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
Cody hummed to himself, as he knelt down to pull his Zelda wrestling boots on. He was alone in the locker-room, getting ready for his match, and he'd never been happier. After he and Teddy had confessed their feelings, they'd agreed to start a relationship, taking it slow. Though Cody wanted nothing more than Teddy to take him up to their hotel room and ravish him, he knew they could both wait. And he knew that the blonde just wanted to show him he loved him, that he didn't just want him for sex, like everybody else seemed too.
He was about to turn around, when a hand shot out, and hit the locker by his head. He squealed, jumping around, and sighing in half relief when he saw it was just Batista. "Shit, Dave. Ya scared me." he chuckled a little, before shaking his head at himself.
"Sorry, Coddles..." the man grinned, his tone gravelly. Cody didn't really like the way he spoke his nickname... it unsettled him. He smiled nervously, before turning to walk away, when Dave's other hand came out on the other locker, blocking his only exit.
"Uh, Dave? Wh-What are you doing?" he cursed the stammer in his voice, giving away his fear. Dave had always seemed dangerous, and Cody had never really liked him.
"How bout you and I go get some drinks? First rounds on me..." one of the hands dropped to cup Cody's cheek, and he turned his head away roughly, the movement causing him to hit the locker. His eyes watered at the impact, and he rubbed the side of his head absent- mindedly.
"No, thanks..." he tried to smile, not wanting to completely get on the wrong side of the man. "Maybe some other time, yeah?" Like never.
"There somethin' wrong with me, Codes?" the man's voice took on an edge, and Cody gulped noticeably. "I mean, you've fucked every other guy on the roster..."
The brunette winced, his eyes shutting. "I don't do that shit anymore, Dave. There's nothing wrong with you. Course not." Apart from that insane glint in his eyes, obviously. "I have a match, I need to go, okay?" He tried to slide out, only to find his path blocked again.
"I don't think so. I think it's my turn to have some fun, hmm?" the man slid his hands down the younger's sides, noting the way he shuddered with disgust, and smirking.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Both men looked up in surprise, to see Ted standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, as he glared at Dave. Sure, he was small compared to The Animal, but the way his hands were on his boy's body... it made him feel pretty invincible. "Get the fuck away from him, Dave." He walked forward, sliding his arm around Cody's waist, and pulling him away from the bigger man.
Batista looked from one of them to the other, finally clicking. A slow smirk spread across his lips, and he laughed nastily. "I see. Teddy's own personal whore, huh, Coddles?"
"Don't call me that." the brunette snapped, blood rushing to his cheeks. He wasn't sure what he was talking about, whore or Coddles. Maybe both. He didn't want Dave saying anything to him, and the whore comment had hurt.
"Just go, Dave. Randy'll be back soon." Ted smirked, as his words settled in. "And I here he hasn't taken his medication recently..." Randy Orton was one thing- Randy Orton with his temper uncontrolled was another. Batista didn't stick around long after that, and the blonde sighed, turning to Cody.
"You alright, Baby-boy? Don't let him get to you." he offered a small smile, hugging him tightly. "I'm gonna look after you, alright? You tell me if anyone comes onto you, and we'll sort him out, Codes." He knew he'd do anything to protect him. He'd known it for a while. He just needed to show Cody that he was loved- though he wished he could consummate their relationship. Ted wanted to take his time with this, after he'd finally gotten all he wanted.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Just go out there and be John Cena." Jack chuckled, watching his lover walk around, as they waited at the Gorilla position, for John's cue.
John attempted a smile, despite feeling anything but happy. He just wanted to be cleared for wrestling, to be able to fight. But he knew he was still in too much pain for that. He was supposed to go out there and show his face for the fans, bitch about The Nexus and get the hell out of there.
He just hoped The Nexus were busy elsewhere, tonight.
"You're on in two." one of the backstage guys told him, before hurrying off to do whatever the hell he did.
"Remember- be careful. Don't do anything stupid, or compromise your arm." Jack grinned at him, bussing a kiss across his cheek. "There might be something in this for you, tonight..." he purred into his ear, the meaning not lost on John, who chuckled.
"How can I resist that, huh?" the older man smirked, as he was called on. "See you later, baby." He plastered his grin on, and rand out, touching the fan's hands, noting the huge amount of orange Cenation shirts.
He waited for the usual applause to die down, when he got into the ring, and was handed a microphone. He started talking about Team WWE, how they were going to obliterate The Nexus, despite their falling outs. Inside he was just hoping that his team could actually get along, if only at Summerslam. The Nexus taking over Monday Night RAW was not a good thing.
It was all going well until the end.
Sheamus's music began to play, and John watches as The Celtic Warrior made his way down to the ring. He and John had an on-going rivalry- in and out of the ring. John knew just how vicious the Irishman could be, and he began to worry about his intentions, backing away a little, further into the ring.
"Ya really think yer gonna take down Nexus, fella?" the redhead chuckled, in disbelief, as he entered the ring. "You an 'yer army', huh?"
"Think? I know we can. And we will." Cena hid his nerves well, playing up the crowd, flashing them his trademark dimpled smile. The crows roared in agreement, getting behind him as they always did.
"Not with an injury..." The Irishman grinned maliciously, before he dropped his mic and dove at John, exercising a DDT. The bigger man couldn't fight back straight away, due to the shock of the attack. As soon as he realized what was happening, he aim a punch at the pale man's head, connecting with a thud.
They went back and for, and John knew Sheamus would pay for this, Vince knew what Cena meant for the company, and anything that compromised that... it had to be dealt with.
A shot to his injured arm had him kneeling from the pain, and he let out a gasp at the impact. Sheamus grasped his arm, twisting it relentlessly.
"What the hell are you doing?" John asked, through gritted teeth. He knew that his arm could break, pushed any further. "Stephen, don't- you'll regret this. Just stop!" His answer was a particularly hard tug, which sent sharp pain throughout the limb.
The pain was almost unbearable now, his arm at breaking point. His vision was ebbing, he knew he wasn't far from blacking out due to the agony. He could hear the crowd cheering for him, and he wished he could do them proud. He lived for the fans.
The pressure suddenly lifted, as Sheamus was bodily thrown to the side by Mark Henry. Clearly Mr McMahon had ordered an end to what had been happening in his ring. There was no doubt Sheamus would be punished, and Henry had probably been told to go all out on him.
John hurriedly exited the ring, cradling his arm to his body, the fans still cheering. He got backstage as quickly as he could, after faking a smile for the audience. As soon as he was safe from the eyes of the world, Jack practically jumped on him, his eyes bloodshot, face stressed.
"They wouldn't let me out there, John. I swear, if I;d have been able to help-"
"I know, baby. It's not your fault. Just get me some meds. Please?" John clenched his eyes against the pain, trying to the mind over matter method. It wasn't working for him.
"Of course, babe." Jack's voice was strained, as he ran a hand through his hair. He managed to get the attention of a nearby medic, and the two were hurried to the make-shift medicentre. Painkiller's were administered, and Jack chewed on his fingernails, as he watched them examine his lover's arm. It wasn't a painless procedure, from John's expression.
Jack wanted nothing more than to murder Sheamus. He knew that he'd be punished for his actions tonight... but to him, it probably wouldn't be enough. A week's suspension, maybe more. The blonde was positive he could take the Irishman...
"Whatever you're thinking? Don't." John eyes his lover suspiciously, the blue eyes clouded. The blonde was brought out of his reverie, looking suitable ashamed, John turned his attention to the guy checking out his arm. "What's the damage?" he already knew he;d have to take more time off- the amount of pain indicated this.
"You have a sprained shoulder and wrist, and your elbow's popped out of the socket. Of course, we can fix that- but it's going to hurt." the medic looked a little afraid, and John couldn't blame him. He was probably scared of having to inflict pain on him.
"Just get on with it. Please." he clenched his eyes shut, as he felt his arm being lifted. It couldn't hurt much more than the current pain, and he knew he had to get the join back in place. The longer he left it, the more pain he'd be in, and the more damage there'd be.
He could sense the man's hesitation, before his lower arm was twisted and pushed in with a pop. There was a few seconds of silence, before-
"FUCK! Goddamnit!" John could actually feel tears coming to his eyes. Okay, he;d been wrong. It hurt a hell of a lot more than before.
"Uh, babe? You okay?" Jack's voice was hesitant, careful. "The pain should go soon..."
"That hurt." John's eyes flew open, as Jack rubbed his thigh comfortingly. Cena could already feel the worst of the pain ebbing, though his shoulder and wrist were aching. "Sheamus better pay for this." he was only half joking.
"We're going to have to strap your arm up, Mr Cena." The medic was clearly relieved that no pain was coming his way. He had to deal with a huge amount of injured wrestlers, and many weren't all too pleased when he had to hurt them some more.
John groaned, and Jack tried to hide his laughter, pursing his lips. "Just do it."
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
Evan watched RAW backstage, having no match tonight. The show was coming to and end, a match between MVP and the Miz the finale. He wasn't all too bothered about the outcome, only half watching, as he pulled his hoodie on.
"Evan- I've been looking everywhere for you."
The ravenette jumped, hand on his chest, as he turned to see an amused Randy beside the door. "God, Randy! Do you have the sneak around like that?" the smaller man tried to ease his beating heart.
The tanned man laughed. "Sorry. Anyway, we were wondering if you wanted to hit the town tonight? It's just a bunch of the guys off the the roster... Jack's coming, too."
"Sure, sounds like fun." Evan smiled. He wasn't sure if he'd be drinking much, after the last time, though.
"Well, we're leaving after the show, so we might as well go find them. Ted said they'd be in the car park. I'm the designated driver..." Randy rolled his eyes, though in truth he'd rather stay sober, to keep an eye on Evan and his boys, anyway.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
"I thought they were meant to be taking it slow." Evan groaned, half-disgusted and half-aroused, as they watched Ted and Cody grind against each other on the dance floor. They'd both had a little too much to drink already- and Evan couldn't look away. They were hot together, he had to admit.
"That's what they said..." Randy shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "I should probably go and sort them out. They are my responsibility, after all..."
"No, wait." Jack was watching the two men dancing, with curiosity. "Let them have their fun. Plus, it's not everyday we get a free show." He smirked as Evan hit him playfully on the arm.
John raised an eyebrow. "You little pervert." He teased, shaking his head at his younger lover. He turned to Randy, shrugging a little. "Just keep an eye4 on them. They'll be fine."
They watched as Cody pulled his blonde down, the two engaging in a hot kiss, hips pushing against each other. There was no denying the love between them, despite the sexy act. The two had meant to keep their relationship secret, at least for a while. Clearly, after a few drinks, they no longer cared.
"Fine." Randy relented, settling back down. Despite rumors that he was unfeeling, he really cared about his boys. When Ted had told him about Dave coming onto Cody, he'd been filled with rage. How dare anyone touch his boys? But he'd leave them to it. At least it would keep Cody out of most trouble.
Jack announced he was buying the next round, and took the orders, deciding to get Ted and Cody's drinks for when they came back. Everyone was tipsy, at least- except for Randy-, even though Evan had meant to stay sober. John just wanted to try and numb the pain from his injury.
A few rounds later, and Evan, Cody and Ted were dancing to some new techno song, Oddly, the three looked... good together. Randy wasn't too bothered by their behavior, because he was there to look out for them, and Cena was at least a little sober, if he needed help.
"Been a good night..thtupid Theamus..." Jack's lisp was way more pronounced when he was drunk. He yawned, dropping his head down on the wooden table with a thud. John had found he'd need to take at least another two weeks off, to give time for his arm to heal. He'd been annoyed, of course... but there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"That was fun!" Evan bounded back to the table, narrowly missing the chair as he went to sit down. Randy lunged forward to pull him up, the ravenette giggling to himself from the floor. "Am I a good dancer, Rand? I'll dance for you, if ya want..."
Jesus, the boy was unstoppable when drunk. His voice had taken on a seductive lilt, and Randy somehow managed to exercise self control. "You're a good dancer, Evan."
"Yay!" the ravenette cheered, before standing up. "'M gonna go outside... for some air, mkay? Be back soon- don't miss me too much, baby!" He skipped off, before anyone could stop him, as Ted and Cody finally returned and took a seat. Literally, one seat, as Cody situated himself on Ted's lap, much to Jack's apparent amusement.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
By the time Evan managed to get outside, and walk around to the back of the club, he was boiling, having pushed his way through the swarm of dancing bodies. He leant back against the cool brick wall, eyes closing for a moment.
"If it isn't Little Evan Bourne..." the low, dangerous voice made his eyes spring open, on high alert. The source was Batista, and the ravenette loosened up a little, when he realized he knew him.
"Uh, hey, Dave..." He smiled, though still a little on edge. He'd heard rumors about the man, and they weren't all too nice. "I didn't know you were here." He felt a bit more sober now, though the alcohol still deadened his reflexes and senses.
"Mmhmm..." Evan didn't really like the way the man's eyes watched him, looking him up and down appreciatively. "Though I'd check the town out...I'm glad I did..."
The ravenette smiled tightly, turning his back and starting to walk away. "Well, I'm off inside. Nice talking to ya!"
"So soon?" A hand curled around his shoulder, roughly pulling him back. The air was forced out of him, as he was slammed back against the wall. "Y'know... that little Rhodes twink rejected me, today... I gotta admit, it was a surprise. He's such a cock-slut, right?"
"H-He did?" Evan squirmed under the Animal's grasp, his voice small. As much as he wanted to stand up for his friend, he knew he was in no position to do so. Fear spiked up his spine, and he swallowed noticeably.
"He did." Dave's hands traveled down the smaller man's body, stopping on his waist, his grip painfully tight. "And I thought... who am I gonna have some fun with now? Then I say you dancing, and...I gotta say Bourne, you got some moves."
Evan turned his the head to the side, as Batista leant down to capture his lips. "Um, I-I'm flattered. But, see, I d-don't really want to-"
The man's laugh chilled him. He knew he was in trouble. "See, Bourne... I don't really care what you want." Lips trailed down his jaw, before his neck was harshly bitten, and sucked. He shuddered away, hands coming up to push at the man's body. The alcohol made him weaker, and Dave easily pinned his hands above his head.
"P-please, don't." the porcelain man whimpered, eyes shut as the assault on his neck continued. "I'll do anything, j-just don't" His own cry himself off, as his shirt was split open down the middle, revealing his toned stomach.
Dave stepped back to admire him, and Evan took his chance, lifting his knee with force, to hit the bigger man's abdomen. He doubled over, and Evan tried to escape, instead being pulled back, as he stumbled off.
"You shouldn't have done that." the voice in his ear was angry, menacing, and Evan winced, automatically shying away. He was backhanded across the face, staggering to the side from the impact. His head spun, and he fell to the ground, his head cracking on the concrete.
His lips were caught in a rough kiss, tongue forcing itself into his mouth, teeth biting down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. He winced, a jumble of words exploding, begs and please for mercy, as he was roughly turned onto his stomach.
Evan could hear Dave's heavy breathing, feel the hands ripping his jeans and underwear down, leaving him bare. He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, head still spinning, vision blurred. "Why a-are ya doin' this? D-don't. I won't... I won't say anything..." he promised, his words slurring.
All he got in answer was at truly maniacal laugh, and Evan trembled, knowing he wouldn't get away, now. Calloused hands trailed gently down his back, before his hips were gripped again. The ravenette knew he'd have bruises from the painful grasp.
"Help! S-Someone, please-"
"Shut up!" Dave growled in his ear, one hand releasing him to slap across his mouth, muffling his cries for help.
It did nothing to hide the scream of absolute pain Evan let out, when the larger man parted his legs and thrust into him. He felt himself tear, the blood the only protection, as his inside;s were shredded with every thrust. Tears sprung to his eyes, but he tried not to let them go. He couldn't believe it was actually happening... he'd never expected anything like this to happen, despite the looks and various encounters he had with people like Batista.
"So tight... not a whore like Rhodes, huh?" the mean snarl made him flinch, and he whimpered against the hand on his mouth.
Evan gave up fighting, seeing no hope from him. Tears flooded from his hazel eyes, making their way down his face. Sharp pain was shooting up his back, he felt like he was burning. He was disgusted, when Dave pressed lightly kisses to the back of his neck, and he winced. A few more thrusts, and the ravenette clenched his eyes shut, as he felt the Animal's release, before he pulled out of the abused boy.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
Randy was getting worried, when Evan didn't return to them, after five minutes. Quarter of an hour later, he stood up, an announced he was going to find him. The horrible feeling in his stomach wouldn't leave... he just hoped nothing had happened.
The cool air hit him as soon as he got outside, and he looked around the car park, seeing no visible signs Evan had even been there. He sighed, running a hand over his shorn head, his jaw clenched, as he made his way around the building. "Evan? Evan, where are you? I swear to God, if you've-"
His voice cut off, as he rounded the corner, seeing a figure slumped up against the side of the building, head in hands. There was nobody else around, and Randy could clearly see it was Evan. Had something happened? Or had he just had too much to drink? Randy darted forward, needing to find out. He prayed the boy just had a headache, or something.
"Evan?" his eyes inspected the boy, as he knelt down besides him, seeing nothing out of place. Until the ravenette lifted his head, and Randy saw the purplish bruise on the side of his neck. He sucked air in through his teeth, his neck ticking. "What happened? Who did that? Did they do anything else?"
Evan looked paler than usual, his chocolate eyes watery, lip trembling. Randy was seriously worried, especially when he got no answer. He lifted his arm out, to touch Evan's neck, surprised when the smaller man hissed, and tried to scoot further back against the wall. Shit. Something serious had happened.
Ice blue eyes roamed over the ravenette, finally coming to rest on his jeans. He frowned, seeing a dark stain spreading along the bottom. Had he spilt something? It didn't click straight away. "Evan, why-" His eyes widened as he realized what had happened- the mark on his neck, bruises showing on his hips as his shirt lifted a little, the stain... He swallowed, his eyes burning with quiet rage. He was going to fucking murder whoever had done this. What the fuck? It was sick, and- "Evan, who did this to you?"
The high flyer opened his mouth, before closing it again, pressing a hand to his mouth to stop the sobs escaping. "R-Randy?" He seemed to finally focus on him for a split second, before he broke down, and tears flooded from his eyes, sobs racking his entire form. The tanned man could do nothing more than look on in horror, before folding the man into his arms, holding him close.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
As soon as Evan had stopped crying, Randy had managed to get him to the car. A quick phone call to John explained that he needed to get the rest of them a cab home. At least the man was sober now, having decided to stop drinking a while before. Randy explained quietly what had happened, though Evan still hadn't told him who had done it. Yet.
He just wanted to get the ravenette to the hotel, so he could shower, as he'd asked, and sleep. They'd have to talk in the morning. Randy knew Evan would want his closest friends there, when he told them what had happened, which meant it'd have to wait till Jack, Cody and Ted were sober.
Randy's knuckle's were white, from clenching the steering wheel so tight. Anger was burning in his chest, and he had a good mind to turn back, and make somebody talk, tell him who had done it. He knew he was going to fucking kill them, and nobody could stop him. He also knew Ted and Cody were going to kill him, when they realized he hadn't been taking his medication. He was positively shaking from the fury right now.
Evan, still a little drunk, though the older man was mad at him. He hadn't said anything since they'd gotten into the car. The ravenette was still crying, trying to stop the tears, but unable too. "I'm sorry, Randy."
"What?" The tan man whipped his head round to look at him, disbelief flooding his eyes. What the hell was he on about now? "Why?"
"I sh-shouldn't have gone off. It's m-my fault." the ravenette whimpered, sniffling, and rubbing his eyes. Randy sighed, running a hand across his eyes, before turning his attention to the road ahead, narrowly missing another vehicle.
"Don't talk like that. It's not your fault you were-" he couldn't bring himself to say it, and he sighed, gritting his teeth. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight, not after all the other time's." When Randy had gotten into this, he'd only wanted to get to Evan for sex. But now... it was clear his feeling's went deeper, given the fact he would kill anyone after what Evan had been through. He couldn't believe someone had touched his Evan. Let alone... he growled, slamming his hand down on the dashboard, making the ravenette jump and squeal. "Sorry." he said tightly. "Whoever did this... they're going to pay, Ev, okay? Don't worry about that."
Evan was rather scared of this side of Randy, but he tried not to show it. He didn't think Randy was going to hurt him. Randy looked at the ravenette sideways. He seemed calmer now... but he knew that once the alcohol had left his system, and he woke up tomorrow... he knew he'd be broken. And he wanted to be the one to fix him.
xXxRhodiaseBourntonxXx
Jeez, I'm on a roll o.o ANOTHER CHAPTER D:
I know the little Evan/Batista scene isn't great, but it's my first try at that, so...
Song title is Red Sam by Flyleaf, just cause I thought the first verse especially is what Evan would feel after what happened.
REVIEW PLEASE.
Lauraa x
