Warning: More orton abuse!
The musk of a more than decent workout was aromatic in the fairly large gym. As soon as Dave and Randy entered the place they saw the all too familiar face of Triple H and Shawn. Dave waved to them trying to greet them and get their attention. Shawn happily left Hunter carrying the 350 pounds on the bench press and bounced over to the duo. Hunter began to slowly drop the weight down to his chest. ,"Shawn...a little help here..!" He began to struggle breathlessly. Shawn jolted around and slapped his head before apologetically helping Hunter with the weight. Randy rolled his eyes and sat his gym bag down to the side. He began to stretch before moving over to the treadmill. He began to start it up and just as he was about to get on, Dave grabbed his wrist jerking him away. "Oh no, what do you think you're doing?"
Randy looked at him shocked, "Getting ready to run, now let me go."
Dave sighed and pulled Randy over to another side of the gym away from all the weights and machines. "You're going to be in here," he began to point to a sign that Randy snapped at after reading it.
"Oh heck no! A yoga class? What do I look like to you? Let me go!" Randy snatched his hands away from the large man.
"It's a maternity yoga class and you look pregnant to me. I won't have you doing any strenuous activities with those weights and harming our kids so you're going in here!" Dave pulled Randy's wrists again, dragging him into the dimly lit room. The scent of burning vanilla aroma candles covered every inch of the area. Randy inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the smell. He let a sigh drag from his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. Next thing you know, a man in a pair of loose black sweatpants with a lose pulled back ponytail came before them. Dave's eyes almost popped out of his head when he recognized the large man. "Nash? What are you doing here?" Kevin smiled big and hugged Dave. He smiled warmly at Randy and nodded.
"Well, my Shawny told me that my little Randy here had a bun in the oven. I came to see that. Then I didn't know how to get in contact with you so I decided to come here and wait since I knew you'd come eventually. While waiting this guy offered me this job and I just ran with it."
Randy nodded, still in a daze from the aroma filling his lungs. Dave looked at him a little puzzled, "But it hasn't even been a week yet..." He scratched his chin trying to figure everything out. Kevin rolled his eyes and drug Randy over to a yoga ball in the center of the room on a carpet. Dave gave up and went to join the two but big Kev stopped him.
"Only me and my clients beyond this point, man. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." he tossed Dave out the room and locked it. Dave sighed before returning to Triple H and Shawn. Kevin dusted his hands off and turned to Randy. "Now where were we? Oh right," Nash sat the ball away from Randy and joined him on the carpet. "Let me feel how tense you are." Kev motioned for Randy to turn around with his back to him. Skeptically Randy turned his back to him and jerked away when he felt Kevin's hands going under his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Randy pulled his shirt back down huffily. Nash just rolled his eyes and grabbed Randy around his middle pulling him back over towards him. He began to work small circles around Randy's stomach lightly with his fingertips.
"Cmon, sweetie. I'm a professional." Kevin forcefully tugged the shirt over Randy's head. Randy yelped as he felt the big cool hands moving over his back. The hands were gone just as quickly as they had appeared and Randy eased. "See now was that so hard?" Kevin rolled his eyes just as Randy had earlier. He laughed, "Isn't Dave doing anything right? Geez you're so tensed up! I guess we'll start off with some stretching." He turned Randy around to face him working his hands from Randy's feet up over his calves before patting the top of his thighs. "Do me a favor and lay down."
Slightly angered, Randy complied. "I'm not tense," he grumbled lowly. His mind began to drift a little as he felt Nash pick up one of his legs, bending it and drawing it in close to his body. He looked at the ball away from him. It was big and silver. Something about an abnormally large rubber ball always made him think of children and as he looked at it he couldn't help but to think about his little ones. He absently rubbed his stomach. What kind of things would his little people like? Would they be like him or completely different. What if they were so unique that he wouldn't be able to understand them and God forbid that he doesn't pay as much attention to one than the others. Worry lines began to form on his forehead and the pace of his wandering hand on his tummy was increasing. He was no pessimist but with so many children, their were so many different options for what could happen. Then on top of that he could only imagine how much more trouble he might be in if Dave wasn't going to be behind him 100%. He bit his lip. Dave was starting to warm up to him but was he going to be there for him afterwards? He was drawn from his thoughts as a big hand came down infront of his face.
Kevin was towering over Randy, one hand on either side of his head and his legs on either side of Randys hips. He nearly had him pinned down. Kevin placed his hand under Randy's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "You need to stop stressing yourself out like this. I know what you're thinking and you need to stop. Even if Dave doesn't back you up in the long run it's not about him. This is about all those little Ortons. I'm sure there are plenty others who can step in." All the serious began to leave his tone," That young guy with the big butt for one. What's his name again..?Josh...? John...Cena! Right Cena. He's pretty cute right?" Randy pushed Nash off of him.
"Please, I'm not worried with that muscled oaf, Batista or big booty Cena." Randy's cheeks began to have a slight tint of pink that was too hard to miss even through his frustrated gaze. Kevin smiled warmly and patted Randys hair lightly.
"Your eyes don't lie as good as your mouth. Now go in the massage room down the hall. You've loosened up a bit. Bet you were so zoned out you didn't even feel me work out all the kinks." Randy stood and rolled his shoulders. His body was more loose, kinda like a linguine noodle. He strolled into the room and sat on the massage bench. He swung his feet over the edge to and fro before the door to the room creaked open and in stepped his two boys. He looked at them quizzically, eyeing their get ups. They were twins in a button down short sleeve white shirt and black slacks. Neither had on any shoes or socks and the button down was completely open. Cody had in his hand a bottle of massage oil and Ted had duct tape. Randy groaned. He knew his boys and their faces told the whole story.
"What did you two do this time?" Cody ran over to Randy happily and patted his thighs. Ted slowly walked over joining his two buddies.
"Randy listen. We didn't want to leave you and Dave alone so when you left the hotel room we followed you here." Cody smiled at Randy.
"Then we followed you in this yoga class and saw Kevin. But the real reason we are HERE, is that the massage Kev was going to give you required you to be in nothing but a towel and neither of us could have that! So we tied him up...real good." Ted finished, wrapping his arms around Randys waist.
"Only we can see your body Randy!" Cody wrapped his arms around Randy's waist too. Randy grumpily shoved his boys away only for them to latch on tighter. He gave up, sighing and his boys kissed his cheek softly before moving away. Cody smartly held a towel out to his mentor. "Now, take off your clothes and put on this towel so we can give you this massage."
Both men were greeted with a viper's fist dead in their face. Randy pouted, but ran behind a near by curtain and slipped out of his clothes. Ted took the clothing, folding it up as Randy threw it over the curtain. Some moments later Randy came from behind the curtain, the white towel wrapped around his hips. Ted and Cody squealed with delight and grabbed Randy's hands. They drug him over to the bench and lied him down on his back. Cody soon straddled Randy's waist with legs on either side of the Orton's hips. "Get me the oil, Teddy bear."
Ted nodded and retrieved the bottle that Cody had sat down by the door. As he picked it up he let out a disappointed whine."Cody there's nothing in here..." Cody angrily whipped around and jumped off Randy. He eyed it for a moment and then shook the bottle. Gosh, it was nothing in there at all! Cody stomped over to Randy angered.
"Out of oil," Randy raised an eyebrow, "Truly is sad but I'm going to put my clothes back on if you two cupcakes don't mind." He sat up and went to grab his clothes only for two pair of hands to lock on his shoulders, pulling him back onto the bench. "Let go of me! I said I'm leaving!"
"No Randy-bunny stay and get your massage! Please!" Cody grabbed his waist, gripping on for dear life.
"I said no, now get off me!" Randy started pushing Cody as hard as he could at the angle they were situated in. Right when Cody was about to pop off of him Ted grabbed Randy's hands, gently caressing them. Randy stopped his pushing and turned to his partner. "Don't try to stop me Dibiase. I'm leaving right now."
"Well of course you are Rands but dig this. Would you rather be off watching Batista lift weights or be in here relaxing? Remember now, he won't let you near those machines or an actual weight..." Ted smirked as he saw Randy's wall coming down. His mentor sighed and stroked the top of the octopus that was Cody Rhodes' head. Cody purred lowly before releasing the thick waist and lying Randy down once more. Again his boys happily pecked his cheek and Randy waved them away. "We're going to go see if they have any more oil in the supply room down the hall. Be right back!" The duo blew Randy another kiss before escaping into the main room, swiftly closing the door behind them.
Randy began his thinking again as he stared up at the ceiling. Here he was, nearly naked in a massage parlor during yoga class because he was pregnant. He laughed lightly. If he thought things were crazy now he didn't even want to imagine what would happen in the next couple of weeks. How would the delivery be? How would things go with the Wwe? With Dave? With their future? With their wedding? He sighed lovingly as he thought of it. He always wanted to marry. The loving sigh turned to one of frustration. Dave was probably too stubborn to even propose. He huffed. Why was this man so...Ugh! He rolled on to his side, folding his arms over his chest. Batista wad stupid! He stared into a little pit of hot coals and slowly the frustration faded and changed to disappointment. "Let me stop kidding myself. He'll never ask me to be his..." he was so enthralled in his thoughts that when the door cracked open again he didn't even notice.
"He probably won't." Randy jumped and sat up. He grabbed the towel around his waist tightly.
"What are you doing here! Gosh twice in one day! How do you keep finding me! Leave me alone!" Randy threw the empty oil bottle from before at he jeans and T-shirt clad figure who had just slipped in. The pale man laughed lightly shaking his head. He caught the bottle and crushed it before throwing it to the floor. He advanced forwards and leaned against the opposite end of the bench from the tanner man. "Sheamus, I mean it. STAY, AWAY, from ME!"
Sheamus laughed again and moved over to the hot coals. "Oh Orton...Don't ya miss me? I would've expected a little more from you than this. My, don't you look yummy in that towel there." He smiled and turned around to face his colleague. "Enough pleasantries wouldn't you say? Let's talk business. After that little bath I gave you did you decide to go along with my plan?" The disgust on Randy's face never faltered. "No? Well I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm a patient man though, Orton. I'll give you more time but for now..." Sheamus quietly took out a branding iron and sat it in the coal pit. "Let's have a little talk."
Randy hadn't seen Sheamus place the object down but he was still on his guard. "I don't have anything to talk to you about."
"How's about we talk about you and Dave tying the knot. When is it, you know, the wedding?"
"Don't know."
"Did he even propose yet?" The question came out almost as a joke.
"No...He didn't."
Sheamus smirked, "Guess he doesn't want you."
"That's not t-"
"Sure it is." Sheamus sharply added. "When has he actually sat down for one whole day with you? He can't even last an hour with ya without starting a fight! Do you really expect him to want to be around you for the rest of his life?"
"What do you know? This doesn't concern you!" Randy snarled angrily. He had a little dribble of spit on his lip.
Sheamus rolled his eyes and wiped the saliva away. He smiled as Randy jerked away. "Aww I feel your pain sweety and guess what, I'm gonna do you a favor. Dave may not want you do be his but it's alright. You'll belong to me instead." A dark grin played out on his face.
Randy felt a shiver run down his spine. He slowly eased off the table as Sheamus turned his back to him and prepared for flight but just as he was about to take off, he was grabbed roughly and thrown onto the bench. He felt his wrists being tied together and he squirmed and jerked all over the place. Sheamus laughed and punched randy in the chest, knocking the wind right out of him. Randy gasped for air. Sheamus doubled over with more laughter and leaned further towards Randy's face. "Be good Momma or else the next punch will be much more impact-full." He rubbed Randy's stomach, feeling him quake a bit. Randy stopped moving, his eyes filled with bitterness and pleas. Sheamus nodded, "Good." He reached behind him for the branding iron and held it up. The heat was way too visible. He admired the mighty instrument before hearing the man beneath him whimper. He turned his eyes down and looked at randy. The man seemed to be sweating a bit. Sheamus laughed, "Don't be so tense. This is a massage room right? You're supposed to be relaxed."
"Forget you!" Randy spat up at the man.
Sheamus shook his head, "Shut up sweetheart. I'm trying not to hurt you but if you don't want to listen..." he shook his head further and turned Randy on his side, back facing him.
Randy closed his eyes and waited. He yelped as the hot instrument connected with his lower back. He jerked forward only for Sheamus to press on further. He gritted his teeth before screaming in pain. The sound of the sizzling against his skin nearly made him sick and more whimpers escaped his lips as the iron was drawn away. He was turned back over onto his back, arching as the bench pressed against his fresh burn.
Sheamus held the iron infront of Randy. The poor groggy man read over it; "mine". He turned his head away closing his eyes. "So becoming, right? Short and simple Orton, you're mine."
"Why?" Randy whispered breathlessly.
Sheamus smiled," Because I can. You won't help me get the title so I'm taking matters into my own hand. It'll be all about the trade when the time comes. Better not step into a poker game without a worthwhile bet." He unwrapped Randy's wrist, tipped his cap, and left.
Randy willed himself to sit up and dropped his head in his hands. Why? All he could ask was why. He yelled angrily as loud and long as his body would allow him before breaking down into a frustrated cry. "I hate this," he wailed lowly. "I hate this," He repeated continuously as he began to put his clothes back on.
He limped out the yoga room and went to find his bag. He had every intention of going straight up to his room but Dave stopped him, smiling a bit as he was leaving out the gym. "Yoga class over? Where you headed off to? Are you tired now? Wanna catch something to eat?" When no answer came his way, his smile began to fade. "Is something wrong? What happened?" Randy was still mumbling his aforementioned chant of "I hate this" softly. Dave leaned in trying to figure out what the man was rumbling. "What did you say Rands? You hate this? This what?" Randy shot around, nearly snapping his neck with the force of the whip.
"You, okay? I hate you!" Randy snarled before running off and leaving a confused and hurt animal.
And here we are left off! What will poor Batista do?