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 Twelve

It was Tuesday morning when Randy watched Monday Night Raw on his laptop.

"Whatcha watching, babe?" Glenn asked as he came out of the bathroom. He pulled his shirt on.

"Raw's Diva's match."

"Just skip over it."

Randy shook his head. "But I like watching some tits."

"That's what porn is for."

Randy rolled his eyes and skipped ahead. Glenn sat down and watched as Steve came out and defended his fiance.

Randy chuckled as he snuggled closer to his fiance. "I knew it."

Glenn nodded as he threw his arm around the younger man's shoulders. "When do you want to go to your parents for dinner?"

"Not sure." Randy closed his laptop. "I was thinking about telling everyone tonight...on the SmackDown filming."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I know my mom wants us to have dinner and tell the rest of the family, but this way will be exciting."

Glenn kissed his temple. "So, when do you want to get married?"

"Next summer. A June wedding." Randy thought a moment. "The 15th."

"Okay. At least we have a date now."

The younger man nodded as he stroked Glenn's chest.

"Whatcha thinking about, baby?"

"Just the wedding."

"I know that, but what?"

"The colors, flower arrangements, music, food...the suits."

Glenn kissed Randy's temple again. "You could always wear a dress."

Randy slowly turned to look at him.

"You look good in one."

"That was a bet. I will never wear a dress again."

"Why not? You looked hot in it."

Randy rolled his eyes and tried to get out of the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Glenn tightened his grip.

"Let me go, Glenn."

"Why?"

The Viper smirked. "I need to take a shit."

Glenn let his fiance go.

Randy got up and quickly grabbed his things. "FREEDOM!"

"Sonofabitch!" Glenn exclaimed as he scrambled out of bed.

Randy was halfway to the door trying to put his shoes on before he tripped and fell.

"Baby!" Glenn got to him and checked him over. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

The Monster nodded and helped his lover up. He instantly bent Randy over the couch and smacked his ass several times.

"That was punishment for running away from me," Glenn stated.

Randy stood as he rubbed his sore ass. He turned to his fiance with a pout on his face. Glenn smiled at his beautiful fiance as his green eyes took in the younger man. They stopped at the tent that formed at Randy's crotch. The Big Red Machine began to rub his lover. Randy let out a moan that caused Glenn to stir to life. The Viper bucked his hips to get more of a feel of his large fiance's touch.

"Touch me," Randy pleaded.

Glenn smiled and undid the younger man's pants. He snaked his head down Randy's briefs and slowly stroked him.

"Baby..."

"Shh...don't worry. I'll make you feel good...real soon."

John went to his interviews much of the day leaving Alex alone. He did not want his lover to be by himself, but he had to do his job. He answer questions, took photos, and signed autographs.

He quickly made it to their room to take his lover out to dinner. Cena rounded the corner and stopped. He watched as Alex talked to Dolph. The bleached blond smiled at Alex when he turned to enter the room. Alex said his good-byes. He leaned away from Dolph when he came in for a kiss.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked.

"Come on," Dolph said. "We all know that you just want Cena for what he can give you in the sack."

Alex slapped him. "I'm not a whore, Nick!"

Cena marched down to them. "Nick," he growled.

The bleached blond threw his hands up in defense. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

John grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"Hold on, hold on. Let me explain," the frightened man said.

"Johnny Bear," Alex pleaded.

Cena nodded and loosened his grip.

"I told them this won't work," Nick explained.

"Them?" Alex and John asked.

"Your exes," added Nick, eyes on John. "I told them that this won't work. Kevin is not the kind of guy to fall for someone's charms easily."

John let him go, growling.

"They're trying to break you two apart. I don't know why Morrison, Drew, or Kelly are doing this. You two are happy together."

Alex went to John's side and held his hand. "Come on, baby."

"Sorry, guys," Nick said.

The couple nodded.

"Sorry, Alex."

"Just leave," Alex replied.

The bleached blond nodded and walked away.

Alex studied his lover for a brief moment. He pulled the older man into the room and closed the door behind them. He dragged Cena to the bed and sat him down. The younger man took off John's shoes and socks. He started to rub his lover's feet.

"What are you doing?" John asked.

"Rubbing your feet," Alex replied.

"Why?"

"You need to relax. We know that they're trying to break us apart."

John nodded.

"But I love you. Nothing can change that."

Cena studied the younger man. "Do you really mean that?"

"Mean what?"

"That you love me?"

Alex blushed. "Every time we're apart, my heart aches for you. It feels like I'm missing apart of myself. When we're together, I just want to lay with you and have you hold me. I feel safe in your arms. When we make love, I feel one with you. I want to be one with you every waking moment. When you hold me while we sleep, I dream of...a future with you."

Cena stares at him. He worked his jaw back and forth as his eyes watered. He cupped Alex's face with his calloused hands. John caressed his cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you, Jonathan Felix Anthony Cena."

John brushed his lips against the soft lips of his lover, "And I love you, Kevin Robert Kiley, Jr."

Alex pressed their lips together for a kiss. John traced his tongue slowly across his lover's bottom lip. Alex parted his lips to let his lover snake his thick muscle into his mouth. John stroked Alex's tongue, inviting him to play. The younger man sucked on his boyfriend's tongue a little before twirling it with John's.

They pulled apart and Alex pressed their forehead's together.

"I love you, my dear sweet John," the younger man said.

"I love you too, my sweetheart."

"I don't care what they do, I don't care what they say. I will fight for you."

John smiled, his dimples popping. "Shouldn't I be the one fighting?"

"Sometimes, you just need to let your partner fight for you once in awhile."

Cena pulled Alex into his lap.

"Let me fight for you."

John inhaled his boyfriend's scent and nodded.

Alex smiled and kissed him again.

Mike watched his fiance as he dressed. "So, where are you taking me for dinner?"

"I was thinking a nice Indian place."

"That's sounds delicious. You sure about Indian?"

Steve nodded. "Try something new."

Mike smiled.

"How do I look?" Steve presented himself to his lover. The Texas Rattlesnake was dressed in black jeans, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a smokey gray vest, and black cowboy boots.

Mike bit his upper lip and stared at his fiance with lust in his eyes.

Steve smiled and walked over to his lover. He pulled Mike up and grabbed his ass. "Tonight, baby."

"You promise?"

Steve nodded.

Mike smiled. He slipped his hand into Steve's back pocket as they left their room. He was dressed similar to Steve, but his jeans were dark blue, his shirt was light blue, his vest was a dark blue close to black, and black dress shoes. He placed a black fedora on his head and smirked at Steve.

They got to the restaurant and were seated. They looked over the menu.

A waitress dressed in pink choli with a dark pink sari wrapped around her waist and the extra draped over her left shoulder stopped at the table. "Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Abha and I will be your waitress this evening. What drinks would you like?"

"I would like to try the Sweet Lassi," Mike said.

"I would like that as well," Steve added.

"The non-vegetarian platter for starters as well."

Abha nodded and left to fill their order.

"This is a nice place," Mike said. "Thank you, baby."

"Nothing's too good for you."

The younger man smiled.

"Non-vegetarian platter?"

Mike nodded. "It has Chicken and Fish Pakora with Lamb Fingerolls. The Chicken Pakora is deep fried in chick pea batter while the Fish Pakora is boneless fish marinated in yogurt, lemon juice, dipped in chick pea batter and deep fried."

"I'll give it a try."

"Thank you. So what are you thinking about trying?"

Steve looked over the menu and sighed. "They all look good."

"Well, what do you want to try the most?"

"You know how I love beef."

Mike nodded.

"Well, the Beef Saag and Beef Madsari looks tempting."

"Go for it then. I'm thinking Lamb Masala."

"What's in it?"

"Boneless cubes of lamb that's cooked with fresh tomatoes and oriental spices with a touch of cream."

"That sounds really good."

"You can try mine and I can try yours."

Steve nodded.

Abha came with their drinks and appetizers. She took their order. "What kind of bread would you like with your meal?"

"Could we get the Aloo Nan but brushed with Olive Oil instead?" Mike asked.

She nodded. "For the both of you?"

"Yes, please."

Abha smiled and went to put it in.

"What did you order?" Steve inquired.

"Nan is a bread baked in a Tandoor oven. Aloo Nan is just Nan stuffed with mashed potatoes."

Steve nodded and took a piece of the Chick Pakora. "The chicken's really good."

Mike smiled. "What's in the Beef Akbari?"

"Um...cubes of beef cooked in yogurt sauce with some coriander and herbs."

"I would love to try that." Mike caressed his hand. "Thank you...for everything."

"Your my sunshine. I'd do anything for you."

Mike brought his hand up to kiss. They fell into a conversation, staring in each other's eyes.

Randy stood in the ring close to the end of the filming for SmackDown. He took all the applause in with a smile. He smiled and quieted the crowd down.

"Well, y'all know who I am."

"RKO! RKO!"

"These past few days have been quite...interesting. The Miz and Stone Cold are getting married. That's news. Who would have thought?"

"What's he going on about?" Cole asked.

"Will you shut up, Cole," Booker said. "I want to listen to what the guy has to say."

"You all know that I'm an openly bi-sexual man. And you all know that I'm dating the Big Red Monster," Randy stated.

"You don't need to know about your sex life, Randy," Cole replied.

"I've been dating him going on...what? Three – four years. Something like that."

"Is he saying what I think he's saying?" Booker asked.

"They've been the best years of my life," Randy went on.

"I think he is," Cole replied. "You think Randy would go for a guy like me, Booker?"

Booker rolled his eyes. "Please...Randy deserves someone with style, with class, and with cash."

"I have those things."

"What ever you say, Cole, what ever you say."

"Well, I'm happy to announce that on June 15th, 2012, Kane and I will be wed."

Applause erupted throughout the arena.

"I can't believe this," Cole said.

"What can't believe, Cole?" Booker asked.

"What does a man like Randy see in a guy like Kane? I mean come on. Kane is a big, bald, ugly doofus."

Booker stared at Cole while he talks. His eyes go wide briefly as his eyes moves up to the Big Red Monster slowly standing up behind Cole.

"I'm ten times the man Kane is," Cole states. "Heck, I would even venture twenty times."

"Um...Cole," Booker said.

"Don't interrupt me, Booker. I'm speaking the truth here. All I'm saying is that...Booker, where you're going?"

Cole looked at Booker, who was several feet away still staring at Kane. Cole slowly turned around and stared into those monstrous bi-colored eyes.

"Hi, Kane. I-I-I didn't mean wh-wh-what I said. It-it-it was a joke."

Randy watched as his fiance choke-slammed the weaselly commenter into the table. The Viper smirked and shook his head. That's my Glenny.