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Randy almost felt like he was floating. He felt so at peace at this moment of time. He thought he heard Taker speak to him, but did he really? Was he truly where he belonged or was it a dream? It was like he was just floating in a soft comfortable space. There was no pain of everything that was done to him. If asked to do it again he knew he would while it hurt there was a twisted sense of joy it brought to a dark part of him.

When Taker told him he was the only one in so long to willingly bend to his desires besides John he couldn't understand why that would spark a sense of joy in his mind. How could being so willing to surrender your mind, body…maybe even his soul feel so fulfilling?

Taker's words playing through his thoughts. 'You will be ok.' He relaxed allowed them to do as they wished & he was ok in the end as Taker told him he would be. 'You survive it boy I am sure you shall see some reward in the end.' He did survive it…didn't he? If he wasn't dead & didn't dream the end then he was rewarded…Taker's arm around him welcoming him home. He had a place he could actually call home in the family.

The last part when Taker told him they planned on doing exactly that when he cried out to be ripped apart by them & marked by them. Even more of a euphoric comfort swept his presence saying they both were going to flood him with their essence. He only remembered a few scattered fragments after that. Both men filling him full with their pounding members pumping his body full of all they had the same time Taker biting his neck his mind just flew. It was better than any other time he could remember.

It was more than just a screw between him & John so that Taker could stay nourished. There was true emotion there…no matter how dark or twisted it may have seemed to the outside world…the emotions was still there. Randy could not place if it was love…but it was at least security. While pain may play into their life, his Masters would never hurt him.

The soft comfort left his body & he was now walking towards the loading area of the arena the sun was just starting to set. 'What the?' Randy stopped looking around. It wasn't overly active, but not dead quite either. He continued walking carrying one bag over his shoulder the other rolling it along. An uneasiness swept his body. The fine hairs on his neck standing on end.

'OK What you trying to show me now?' He started to head for the door when a sound caught his attention. He set his bags down moving towards the sound. "WHOSE THERE!?" Randy called out nearing some dumpsters.
"Ah fuck…" He barely heard a man's voice before he saw four people run out from the gate the held the arena trash.

All Randy could see was dark-colored hoodies covering their heads & their faces. As they ran past one of them shoved him hard to the ground, he went to get up to chase after them. He stopped though feeling something on his chest.

He looked down seeing a large wet mark. Touching it his finger tip was colored red. "No…" He looked back toward where the guys had run from. He started to walk closer. "Anyone back here?" He took a few steps closer now seeing blood mixing with who knows what else was running from the dumpsters. "HELLO?"

A weak pain moan barely hit his ears from the noise inside the arena & the busied staff outside. He moved to look between the dumpsters & froze a moment. "DUST!" Randy took his coat off as he stepped toward the older man. "Just hold on man." Randy balled the coat pressing it up against Dustin's lower reign that had been badly cut, cuts also ran down his legs where his jeans were sliced from his body.

"Dustin just hold on man…I need to run to get you more help." Randy stood back up running from the spot to the closest production truck. Just as he was ready to go up the steps his vision went dark.

Randy was jarred from his sleep feeling a large hand brushing his forehead. His grey eyes opened looking up at Taker's green orbs. Quickly he lowered his eyes. "Relax Randy…just relax & tell me what you saw." Randy looked back up towards him confused. "You were talking in your sleep…I also felt your trouble." Taker pulled his hand away allowing Randy to sit up.

"Oh…I had a dream one of our co-workers was attacked in the lot at the arena."
"Any clue who or when?"
Randy sighed. "I told you before they are not always accurate."
"It's fine…it may still be a starting point."
"Dustin & the arena for Sunday."
"OK…at least one of those two facts should be right. I don't remember Dustin set to be at the show…but he could have also just be there to see Cody."

Taker stood up pacing the floor slowly. He was only in black silk pants. "Any other details?"
"Yes For some reason I was coming into the arena late. Maybe because the three of us has the last three matches we were not needed for the open. You & John were not with me though. I was walking alone from the car. The show was already on the air, I can't say for sure how late but I faintly remembering an orange glow to the sky."

"So after we hit the air so after five. Moving to sunset so maybe seven or so two hours in…hmmm anything else."
"Four guys, faces were covered in hooded sweatshirts. All had jeans, one shoved me to the ground as they ran past preventing me from grabbing them."

"OK we will get to the arena early then I see if we can keep an eye on him. But don't interfere unless you see someone try to grab him. I would feel better if you still didn't interfere & just grab security fast."
"What if they hurt him before I can get them there?"
"How bad did you see him hurt?"
"Bad enough he would need a hospital." Taker felt Randy was holding something back.

"And I don't want to see you in the same boat as him. Just listen to me…you see it go down get help…I'll tell John the same thing. Got it?"
"Yes…I got it."
"Now get dressed…well pants at least & join us downstairs for dinner." Taker slowly turned leaving the room. Randy moved from the bed. That was when he realized he was not in the dungeon building anymore nor his room of the house. He was on a good size bed & a dresser in it had some of his clothing. He also felt he moved quite easily despite what he had been put through that day. He slipped on a pair of sweat pants before leaving the room. He looked around realizing he had no clue where he was going. He walked around a bit then stopped looking at his feet. He quickly backed the way he came seeing he was in the part of the house he was told before was forbidden. He got back to the room he just left from seeing it was technically in the same section. He sort of knew where he was & turned walking the other way finally finding the stairs heading down to the main floor.

He made his way to the dinning room where John & Taker were both talking. "How ya feeling Randy?" John asked with a smile as he stood up moving towards him.
"Maybe a little confused…Is everything of the last month over?"
"Not fully…just more relaxed…unless you crave another taste of it…or we need an outlet that you provide."
Randy's eyes closed with a faint shutter. "I would still enjoy that at times."
"We can see that can't we Taker."
"Yes. Seems he took to his training very well."

John grabbed a hold of Randy, one hand resting in the back of his head & neck then kissed him quite forcefully until Randy nearly melted & was breathless. "Enough of that Love…let him enjoy his meal before it gets cold." Taker jokingly chided.
"Awe…" John smirked back at Taker before letting Randy go. John walked to one side of the table pulling a chair for Randy. "Come on & enjoy. Happy birthday by the way."

Randy blushed as he walked over sitting. "Um thank you." The submissive part felt odd sitting at the table on the same level as his masters. On the plate was a pan seared steak, roasted baby red potatoes & green beans with sliced almonds. John retook his seat & all three men dug into their meals.

"Should we inform Hunter or Kane?" John asked knowing they would tell Shawn or the brothers?
"We don't want to cause a panic." Taker told him.
"Yeah but if there is a security leak in the company…even just the arena lots."
"But what would you tell them." Randy asked his head lowered as he ate. "You want to tell them you are worried Dustin is going to get jumped & stab…" Randy sighs.
"You saw him stabbed?"
Randy took a deep breath. "Cut anyways. Anyways it don't matter the type of injury…what you gonna tell them I saw it in a dream? That I had some sort of vision? You want them to think I lost my mind?" Randy's voice slowly raising as he grew agitated. he then stopped setting his silverware down.

His head lowered more as he took deep breaths. "I am sorry I was raising my voice."
"I can understand your concern Randy." John told him. "I know to many it would sound a little out there…"
"A little? We are talking about damned visions…they are not always right either."
"But close."
"Would you feel better if I told Hunter I saw it instead of you?" Taker calmly asked.
"How would that be better?"

"They can still be told so we can have more eyes keep an eye out for these mystery men. Hunter & Kane both know what I am, to a small point what I am capable of. Telling them I saw something while in a trance is not so far-fetched coming from my lips."

Randy raised his head looking at Taker. "Yo-you would really take that burden from me?"
"Of course. It will allow your message to get to those who need to hear it without casting suspicion on you."
"Th-thank you…"
"But that means you will need to tell me everything you saw in your dream."
Randy gulped looking a little green. "Everything?"
"Everything."

Randy slowly nodded. "After dinner?"
"Of course." They finished the rest in silence before retiring to the lounge. John & Taker sat on the couch. At first they made room for Randy but at least for now he was still more at ease sitting on the floor near their feet. His head was low as he began recounted what he could about the dream. The extend of Dustin's injuries the fact it looked like the attackers tried to castrate him & carved the word FAG across his chest.

John tried not to feel sick hearing it. He didn't want to imagine actually seeing it. "All over a gimmick he has done for HOW MANY years?"
"Almost 14 years." Taker informed him.
Randy gulped then sighed. "There maybe more to it…but…" Randy shook his head. "No he wouldn't…"
"Who wouldn't what?" John asked him.
"I can't I gave my word."
"Randy we can't help him if you don't come clean with us." Taker told him.

"I ca-can't…I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."
"I have clue & I understand." Taker told him.
"You do?" Randy slowly lifted his head.
"I understand at times is feels secrets must be kept even from those closest to you. You have been betrayed in the past…I understand. I will tell Hunter what I do know & let him handle it from there. Both of you just keep your eyes peeled Sunday. I beg you both not to place yourselves in harm's way over it."

"Thank you Taker."
"Now how about we all watch a movie before calling it an early night? I know it has been a long day for us all." The two guys agreed. "Well Birthday boy why don't you see if anything catches your eye." Randy nodded standing up moving to look over the vast movie collection.

He found I, Robot & placed it in taking his seat back on the floor next to Taker. When John saw Randy was not going to join them up on the couch he kicked his legs up leaning against Taker who draped his arm over John's shoulder & chest. John rested one of his hands on Randy's shoulder causing the younger man to smile lightly as they watched the film.

After it ended the three retired upstairs to their rooms. John caught Randy by the arm when he went to turn down the main hall. "You forget we changed your room?"
Randy nodded slightly "Actually yes I remember you telling me my first time here that wing was off-limits."
"It was…back then." John walked with Randy back to the room at the front of the hall. "This was my first room when I came here…before Taker claimed me for the first time." He pushed the door open for Randy letting him enter first. "We will still share it at times. I am not fully comfortable in the master suite when Taker is not here. I still use this room if it is just me…or our home in Massachusetts."

"Is it odd having so many homes?"
"I guess at times. This is our main one, the one in Florida was to be closer to Kane yet still let him & the brothers their privacy. The Massachusetts one was mostly for me so I didn't have to totally leave my family behind, also if I wish time alone. In the…wow almost seven years…well anyways Taker has only been there a hand full of times. Partly because I have a nosy cousin that watches the place for me & rents a room. Taker will use one of the other guest rooms if we have a show in town."

"So your family has no clue?"
"Not as far as I know…and it needs to stay that way."
"Worried they won't accept it?"
"Honestly I don' know…but I can't for him."
"What you mean?"
"Let's just say your dream may have confirmed one of Taker's biggest fears."
"You telling me there is actually something Taker is scared of?"
"Yes." John looks down a moment. "It is not my place to go into his past with you."
"I understand John…thanks."

"No problem." John walked closer to Randy wrapping his arms around him kissing him lightly. Randy sighed against John's touch of gentleness he never knew if John would be soft & loving or harsh & forceful. Randy liked the surprised & would welcome John no matter how he wished to come at him.

John slowly broke the kiss stepping away, an almost shy smirk on the older man's lips. "Good night Randy sleep well." He then turned leaving the room. Randy had made his way to the bed stripping off the sweats having been used to being naked on the property & more so for sleep.

Randy climbed up on the bed & tried what he could to get comfortable. He kept looking at the clock & each time only a few minutes would pass. He gathered the heavy comforter that was on the bed & moved it to the floor along with a few pillows. He climbed onto it almost like a makeshift nest, curling up into it & soon falling asleep.

John made his way to the master suite stepping inside. Taker laid stretched back on the bed. "So how much did you tell him Love?"
"How di…" John sighed. "Not too much I promise…your past is not my place to tell. I am sorry I told him anything…I did slip that even you fear something."

"Yes…if his dream is any indication I have a right to harbor that fear."
John walked over to the bed climbing up on it only to be welcomed into Taker's arms. "I know Marcus. I am sorry I told him."
"It is ok Love…he is part of us now." Taker leaned his head down kissing the top of John's head. "Just as you had requested of me."
"I know…thank you…you know he needed it…he needed to be welcomed."
"Yes I did Love…Don't ever worry he is not a replacement for you."
"Nor you Marcus." John told him before turning his head to kiss Taker's chest right over where his heart beat. The two then pulled the blankets over them before falling asleep themselves.