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{SWEETNESS}

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Randy cried out screaming as the fist went into him. He was lost in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. Roman woke startled by the horrific scream. His heart ripped, a vow hit his soul, one he knew only he could keep and in silence he would.

"I have you Randy. It's alright. I'm here for you." Roman stated and kissed Randy's hand. "Dimples, stop please!" Randy cried out yet again in his sleep. Roman stood from the chair he had fallen asleep in and climbed up to Randy and took the trembling older man into his arms.

"Pain, hurts!" Randy cried his voice falling to whimpers in Roman's large protective arms. "I know it hurts. I've got you, your safe." he told his best friend from years ago. Roman sighed, he wished he had never left Randy but he had training of his own and football took him away and made his life a busy one. One where there was little time for friend, or any kind of social life really.

Somewhere inside, Roman blamed himself for not being there for Randy and leaving the older man alone. "Hurts" Randy whispered as he was rocked back into Roman arms.

"It will be ok." Roman said and continued to rock his best friend back into a dreamless sleep...

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"Good morning Shawn." Hunter whispered. "Morning hun." Shawn whispered back. "Dada, papa!" came small cries from between them. Hunter rolled his eyes, but smiled as they looked down at the little boy. Sometime in the middle of the night a little boy cried and cried and the only way to sooth him was to bring him into their bed.

"I will change him, you make his bottle." Shawn suggested, he knew Hunter was not even going to touch a dirty diaper and boy did baby Anthony have one. "Yeah ok, how does Randy and John do this everyday?" Hunter asked, shaking his head in wonder. "DADA! PAPA!" cried the little boy. "Way to go Hunt, you just had to say their names." Shawn scolded. "Sorry" Hunter pouted and kissed his husband on the lips.

Shawn stood up from the bed and picked up Anthony. "Come on. Your Dada will be here soon baby. Let's get you all cleaned up and fed first ok?" Shawn asked. Anthony shook his head no as little streams of snot and tears ran down his reddened face. "Dada! Papa!"...

Shawn watched as Hunter climbed out of bed, both men still in their pajamas, Hunter grabbed his robe and took of out of the room. Hunter was all smiles when he reached the living room area of the site He knew though that Shawn would make him pay later for the whole not changing diapers thing. He licked his lips, it had been a long time since they had played rough and he would gladly be the submissive one, for when Shawn dominates, it takes him to a whole other world.

Hunter sighed happily as he went through the diaper bag looking for something to feed Anthony. A knock was heard on the door. He smiled hoping it was John, then Anthony would be happy and could go home. Then he and Shawn could have some good marital fun before going to the next town.

He looked through the peephole of the hotel door and his heart stopped.

Instead of opening the door he took steps back. He fell down to the couch and sat trembling with the jar of apples in his hand...

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John woke with an arm around him. It was heavy with sleep as the man behind him held him. Lost in waking sleep he smiled. "Love you baby. Anthony, is he awake yet?" John whispered. He opened his eyes and looked down at the tattooed arm, the wrong tattooed arm.

"Punk?" John gasped and jumped out from under the covers, the memories of yesterday flooded his mind. John closed the robe he was still wearing, tightly. His mouth was agape as he looked down at Punk who stared up with shock in his own eyes. "What the hell Punk! What are you doing in bed with me?" John exclaimed.

Punk looked flustered and confused at the same time. "I um, John you were crying last night in your sleep. You woke me up and I went to over to the bed and climbed in to hold you. You were crying for Randy saying how sorry you were. I was just trying to help and comfort you that's all." Punk explained.

John's breathing leveled and he unclenched his fists. "Oh, ok sorry man didn't mean to flip out you. Sorry if I kept you awake." John spoke honestly. "It's ok man really, just don't freak out on me anymore ok?" Punk asked. "Sorry, did I scare you Phil?" John asked at the slight look of fear on Punk's face.

"To be honest yeah, but I'm ok, You were just startled is all." Phil stated. John's look softened and he lowered his head. He hated the thought that he made another person afraid of him. Something was changing, he was frighted of what he did, he hated that he was making people fear him.

"Please don't be afraid. I won't hurt you Phil I promise." John whispered. Punk walked up to John and placed his hands on John's shoulders. "I'm not afraid of you. You did nothing to make me fear you. You said yourself you were drugged and that you were not in control, I believe you John." Punk stated.

John sighed, he was glad Phil believed him, he just wished he believed himself...

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Meanwhile

"What was in the water?" Adam asked Bret. Bret held the phone in his hand at his ear as he looked down. Adam had just showed up to his hotel room this morning. "Thanks, good news, yeah, I need to call you back" Bret stated and ended the call, he looked up at the long-haired man before him. Adam stood with his hands on his hips, his long hair flowing around his face.

"Good morning to you too, Adam." Bret said as he opened the door wider allowing Adam to come in. Adam looked around the suite, he smiled it was nice and like his own. Filled with plants, flowers and it had a warm outdoorsy feel to it. He stepped into the room and tried to keep his eyes from Bret's bare chest and the tight black jeans that hugged his hips low.

Bret smiled, "Are you checking me out, Copeland?" Bret asked. Adam blushed and turned his head away. "Hey it's ok. I find you attractive too." Bret said and walked up to Adam. Adam looked into Bret's eyes, they were so deep and he became lost in the color.

Bret leaned in to kiss the younger man, but was halted by a look of sadness on the face before him. "What was in the water, Bret?" Adam asked. Bret ran his hand through his long brown hair, the hair was still wavy and wet from his shower.

For a brief moment the truth was about to be exposed.

Bret closed his eyes, only to open them moments later. "There was nothing but water in the bottle." Bret stated, a hint of order and sarcasm behind the statement.

Adam took a pause in his life to examine the brief expression of truth behind Bret's eyes.

"Why did John say there was? His voice, his pain was so, real?" Adam asked confused as to why he felt John was speaking the truth.

Bret looked into the green eyes that would haunt him later...

"He raped Randy before, no drug was detected. What makes you think he was drugged this time?" Bret asked the younger man.

Adam ran his hands through his long hair and looked distraught. Bret's question hit his heart. How did he really know?

Bret looked at Adam with a look that took Adam's breath away, All that mattered at the time to Adam was the man before him...The look Bret gave Adam erased all thought of the bottle of water.

Bret grasped Adam's hair in his hands and revenged his lips to his own. Adam's breath hitched at the pain from the deep kiss.

"Did I hurt you?" Bret asked. Adam sucked on his bottom lip, still tasting Bret and shook his head no. Bret smiled and looked into Adam's eyes. He could feel a future there.

"Spend the day with me? I was just about to order breakfast. I would love it if you joined me." Bret asked. Adam looked into Bret's eyes once more and saw the sincerity behind them. "Ok, I haven't eaten yet anyway. Where is your room service menu?" Adam asked.

Bret smiled at Adam and handed his the menu. He hoped for now Adam will forget what happened yesterday and just let it go.

Adam read over the menu with thoughts, he hoped Bret was right and telling the truth, for now he had no choice but to let it go...

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"Dad? Did you talk to him?" Evan asked. Mark shook his head no. "Give him time dad, he will talk to you." Evan stated. "I think I should stay away from him for now." Mark replied. He knew it was too soon but he didn't want to just up and surprise Hunter at the arena.

Mark had agreed to be there for Evan at the up coming PPV. The PPV was a few day's away and Evan was going to lose the belt to Kofi Kingston. Kofi had fought hard for his push and now was his time to shine. Evan was happy for his friend, but knew it would hurt him none the less, So he wanted his dad to be there for him.

"What happened?" Evan asked as Mark sat down on the sofa. "Not too sure. I knocked and no one answered. I heard a baby cry though, someone was in there." Mark explained. "A baby? Anthony maybe?" Evan wondered. "Not sure but he needs to know that I am traveling with you." Mark sighed heavily. He hated that Hunter hated him, but he knew they were never going to be friends again.

"I knew I should have went with you." Evan said. "Your pet is sick, it's only reasonable that you would want to be with him." Mark said. Cody was battling the flu, he was too sick to hardly shave. Evan shaved him earlier that morning, but left the mustache, he smiled thinking about the stash that graced his baby dolls lips.

Mark rolled his eyes at his son. "Go to him, I will try to reach Hunter, maybe Shawn later." Mark suggested. Evan smiled back and walked away back into the bedroom where his sick baby lay. Mark pulled out his cellphone and sent a text...

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"Who was at the door?" Shawn asked as he carried baby Anthony into the room. Hunter sat shivering. "Hey baby are you cold?" Shawn asked. Hunter continued to tremble. "He was here" Hunter whispered. "Who?" Shawn asked.

"Kevin"...

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