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 Nine

Alex walked back to the locker room, happy that another week went back. He was still on the show and that's what mattered. His mind wandered to his locker and the gift that might be there, to John and their movie night, and his questions for Mike.

He let out a yelp as he was being dragged into a room. He was thrown against a wall, head bouncing off of concrete. He groaned and grabbed the back of his head as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"So, pretty when you're in pain," Barrett said.

Alex could feel Barrett coming closer to him even though he had his eyes closed. He tried to move away, but the Brit pressed his body up against the blond's. Alex could smell his cologne and he did not like it.

Wade yanked down Alex's varsity jacket, trapping his arms, and went for the blond's neck. He bit and licked his way down to the blond's collarbone. There he bit down hard to draw blood and he sucked. Alex bit on his tongue should he would not scream out. He could taste his own blond.

The Brit ran his fingers along Alex's sides and down to his trunks. Alex's eyes grew wide and he tried to push Wade off, but the Brit was stronger and his arms were trapped.

"Don't struggle," Wade snarled. "It'll just hurt in the end."

With that, Wade roughly yanked the trunks down, tearing the material. Without lube, without spit, and without warning, he shoved two fingers into Alex causing a scream to erupt from the blond.

"Yes, scream for me," Wade purred.

The door was kicked in.

"What the hell?" Mark asked.

Wade looked to him. "Listen, mate. I suggest you leave. Me and my bonny 'ere are having some private time."

Mark looked to Alex and saw tears streaming down his face. "Bull shit!" He made a step toward them.

Wade cursed and backed away from Alex, who slid to the floor.

"Leave," Mark growled.

The Brit nodded and did so.

Mark looked down at the young man and sighed. He knelt down and wiped the tears off of his face. "You okay?"

Alex shook his head. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Some people are like that." He took note of the mark on Alex's collarbone and the blood staining his legs. "Shit!"

Alex looked up at him.

Mark helped the young man up. He took off his trench coat and wrapped the blond in it.

"Why do you wear a coat in the summer?" Alex asked as they walked to the locker room, trying to lighten the mood and forget about what just happened..

"That's like asking why does anyone wear sunglasses at night or indoors," Mark said with a laugh. "Because I can."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

They got there and entered. Mike sat on the bed and stood straight up when he saw his friend.

"Why are you wearing Mark's coat?" Mike questioned.

Alex looked to the ground.

"Alex..."

The young blond began to chew on his lower lip.

Mark placed a hand on his shoulder and the blond stared up at him. The Deadman nodded.

Alex sighed. "I was attacked...and Mark rescued me."

"What?" Mike asked.

"Wade attacked me and Mark rescued me."

Mike looked to Mark, who nodded.

Mike snarled. "Damnit!" He punched a locker and began to silently curse. He turned his attention back to Mark. "Thanks, Mark."

"Not a problem." He began to usher Alex into the shower. "Take all the time you need."

Alex nodded and handed the Deadman his coat back. He stripped the remainder of his clothes off and stepped into the shower. Mark watched for a brief moment before returning to the locker area.

Mike had Alex's locker open. He stared at the small box. The older blond shook his head as he smiled.

"What's wrong?" Mark questioned.

"Alex has a secret admirer," Mike explained. "This will make him happy." The blond got some clothes ready for Alex when he got out.

"A secret admirer?"

Mike nodded. "He's gotten some really expensive gifts." Mike looked to the older man. "What exactly happened?"

"I'm not sure. I heard a scream and I went charging."

"Thanks. I didn't want his first time with a man to be like that."

Mark stared at him.

"Bi-curious."

Mark nodded. "I remember being like that."

"I think we all go through that phase once in our lives."

"Well, I need to get going."

"Thanks again."

"No problem."

Mike watched Mark leave and he sank down into a bench. He rubbed his forehead as he thought about his friend. He pulled out his cellphone and began to text.

:Sorry, Ran. Trouble.:

:Trouble?:

:Alex was attacked.:

:What?:

:Alex was assaulted by Wade.:

:Serious?:

:Mark saved him. In the shower now. Waiting.:

:Take ur time. In no hurry.:

:Thanks. Luv u.:

:Luv u 2.:

Randy sat on the bed, head against the headboard. He thought about what Mike just told him. He sighed and ran his hand over his shaven head.

"Fuck it," he breathed. He dialed. "Hey, John...I know that you're busy, but we need to talk."

…

Alex wore the silver chain that was given to him. He traced his finger along the links every once in awhile. The blond went about preparing dinner for him and Cena for the evening. He already had the meat marinated while he was away. He placed it in the skillet to cook as he caramelized the onions.

He had placed movies that they could watch out as well as some games just in case they wanted to have a friendly battle with each other. He had bought more drinks and dessert. He even bought more movies and games.

A knock came and he quickly went to answer it. He peered through the peephole and smiled.

"Hi," he greeted.

Cena nodded as he stepped in. "That smells good."

"Thanks." Alex went back to cooking.

John sat down at the table and watched him. A smile formed on his face as he watched the young blond work his magic. Alex took the meat off and let it rest. He went about sauteing some mushrooms.

"I hope you like mushrooms," Alex said.

"I do," John replied.

"Good. Could you do me a big favor?"

"Yup." John stood up.

"Get the mayo out of the fridge. It's in a bowl. Oh and the cheese."

John looked in and got the bowl out and some sliced cheese.

"I put some Ranch flavoring in it. Could you spread some onto the bread over there?"

John nodded and did so.

Alex shut off the stove and went about slicing up the steak. He layered the bread with the meat before putting on the cheese, onions, and mushrooms. Alex made sure to put everything in the sink to be washed.

"I got Doritos and Lay's."

"Hm...Doritos."

"Cool Ranch or Nacho Cheese?"

"Nacho Cheese."

Alex went to a cabinet and handed him a bag while he got himself Lay's Barbeque. John set himself up in the living room and went to get them some beers. Alex put on a movie.

"This is really good," John replied.

"Thank you. I got some dessert as well."

"Really? What kind?"

"Chocolate cheesecake. If you don't want cheesecake, I bought ice-cream and toppings."

John nodded. "What kind of toppings?"

"Caramel, chocolate, and butterscotch sauce, chopped peanuts, plain M&Ms, whipped cream, maraschino cherries, and rainbow sprinkles."

"Nice."

They finished their meals and watched the movie.

"So...how are you feeling?" John asked.

"Good," Alex replied. "I like spending time with you."

John turned fully to Alex. "I heard."

Alex stared at his hands. "Can we please not talk about it?"

John nodded. He tentatively reached out for Alex and caressed his cheek. Alex blushed as he pulled away.

"I need to wash the dishes," the young blond stated.

"I'll do that." John took their plates and went to the kitchen. He threw away the disposable plates and washed what needed to be washed. "Do you want some ice-cream?"

Alex came over and smiled. He pulled out the plastic bowls and the spoons while John got out both tubs of ice-cream. Alex brought out all of the toppings and placed them on the counter. Both men prepared their ice-cream. John went for vanilla while Alex opted for chocolate. Cena poured butterscotch over his ice-cream and added peanuts, whipped cream, and some cherries. Alex poured both chocolate and caramel onto his ice-cream. He poured on M&Ms, added whipped cream, sprinkled on some sprinkles, and topped it with some cherries.

Both men went back to their seat and ate. Every once in awhile Cena would offer Alex a bite of his dessert and Alex did the same. They got comfortable on the couch while they finished up another movie.

"Do you want to play some games?" Alex asked.

"It's getting late. I have to be up early in the morning," John replied.

Alex nodded. "Um..."

"What?"

Alex began to play with the hem of his shirt. "I was wondering if...you want to stay the night."

John stared at the young man. Did he just ask me to stay?

Did I just ask him that question?

"Not like to have sex, but to stay with me...?"

"Sure. Let me get a change of clothes for tomorrow."

Alex nodded.

"I'll try and be right back."

John left and Alex went about cleaning up.

Cena silently celebrated. He could not believe his luck. Alex asked him to spend the night. Alex asked him to spend the night. It was like a dream come true. He was on cloud nine. He got out an overnight bag. He went to his closet and got out a shirt. The Champ made his way to the dresser and got out some shorts, boxers, socks, and pajama bottoms. He made sure to get his toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, razor, shaving gel, and body spray. He looked to his cologne and shook his head.

Not yet. Not yet.

Cena packed his bag and headed out. He opened his door and came face to face with Christian.

"What do you want?" John asked.

"We need to talk," Christian.

"I don't have time for this."

"Make time." The Canadian stared at him.

"Why should I? You didn't."

"Cena...I know what's going on. I know you like that Alex kid."

"And? That's my business."

"Cena...he's straight."

John worked his jaw back and forth.

"You can't chase something you can never have."

Cena nodded. "You know...you're right. That's why I've stopped chasing you. Alex is a good kid. Hell, man. I like spending time with him and he likes spending time with me. Even if he doesn't see me as nothing more than a friend, then I'm fine with it. At least he'll be my friend."

Christian stared at him. "You really do like him?"

"Yeah."

"Then, tell him. Don't waste any more time. Tell him. Make him yours."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Wade wants him. He already attacked him. He sexually assaulted him, but it didn't get too far. Thank Mark for that."

"Thank you."

"No problem." Christian left.

John leaned against the door-frame as he thought about what Christian said. Wade would have to pay for what he did to Alex, but he was not going to worry about it at that moment. He closed and locked his door. He jogged down the hall and knocked on Alex's door.

"I was beginning to think you were going to change your mind," Alex said as he opened the door.

"Had to do something first."

Alex nodded and let him in. The young blond led him to the bedroom and he crawled into bed. John quickly dressed into the pajama bottoms and lay beside him.

"Alex," John began, "I know you don't know me that well, but I would like for you to talk to me about anything, okay?"

Alex nodded.

"What happened between you and Wade?"

The young blond turned his back to Cena and sniffed.

"Alex...please."

"Um...he tried to...rape me."

"Tell me everything."

"Do I have to?"

"I would like to know."

Alex sighed.

"I was walking to the locker room and got dragged into a room. I-uh-hit my head against a wall. He yanked my jacket down and attacked my neck and bit me. He-he-he left a mark on my collarbone."

"Let me see it."

Alex shook his head.

"Please."

The young blond turned to him and pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal the bruise.

Cena clenched his jaw. "What else happened?"

"He-he-he-uh-he pulled down my trunks. I tried to fight him off, but he was stronger. He -um-he..."

John hugged him.

"He shoved his fingers into me. It hurt like hell. Mark kicked in the door and saved me. He gave me his jacket and took me back to the locker room."

"It's okay. Everything will be just fine. I promise. I'll deal with Wade."

"No. Please."

John stared into Alex's pleading eyes.

"I'll take care of it."

"I don't want special treatment."

"I would like to think of you as my friend. I would do anything to help you...just like Mike would."

Alex slowly nodded. He nuzzled into the crook of John's neck and held him tightly. Cena slowly massaged his back. He could feel that the young man had fallen asleep and he smiled. He kissed Alex's temple and settled down.

I promise you...I'll take care of you.