Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Dom/sub, etc.
Zack wandered into his hotel room, his brows knitted with tension as he rolled his neck to try and work out all of the cricks. He had had a bad bout at the PPV and had lost. It seemed to only add to the trail of losses that Zack had left behind him over the course of the last three months. Zack frowned. He hated this. And it was only made worse by the fact that, every day, he was forced to watch as Kane and John moved on when he was unable to.
Yes, it had almost been six months now. It had almost been six months since the two men had reclaimed their brands and had left him on his own. But Zack didn't know, didn't remember, how to live without his two Masters. His reintegration into society had led to several drawbacks and, in the end, it just wasn't worth it. He would rather be back in their arms and feel safe, but instead, he carried fear around in his heart.
Zack sighed as he took out his keycard and swiped it, immediately gaining entrance into his room. Seconds later, he was hit with the sharp scent of lavender and chamomile, the two scents that most often came with the bath salts that Kane and John would use to run his baths. But that couldn't be right. John and Kane hadn't run him a bath since… well, he couldn't actually remember. It had been awhile.
"Is someone… is someone there?" Zack called out, a little bit afraid. "Hello?" Zack didn't really want to walk in on some kind of robbery or, worse, murder. He had watched too many horror movies with Kane.
"In the bathroom!" The answer came soon after. Zack felt his heart flutter in his chest, because he knew that voice. It was none other than John Cena, one of his former masters.
Zack rushed into the bathroom and felt his eyes widen. "M-Master?" He choked out, almost afraid that if he said the word out loud, both men would vanish.
"Yes. It's really us, Zack. We're here." John told him softly. Tears filled Zack's eyes and, before he could think, he rushed into John's arms. "Shh… it's okay, baby. We're sorry that we had to leave. But…"
"I was so scared. I didn't know what to do without you, but you didn't want me…" Zack trailed off as he sobbed.
John shook his head. "No, baby, no. Don't you ever think that we don't want you. Okay?"
Zack drew back a little bit, confused. "But if you didn't… if you wanted me, then why did you leave me? I don't understand. Why would you hurt me like that?"
John didn't comment. He only shook his head and carefully lifted Zack's shirt over his head. Over the time that he had been with Zack, he had learned that the Ultimate Broski understood better when something was physically demonstrated rather than told to him. It didn't matter how many times John and Kane told Zack how much they loved him. It wouldn't matter and never would if Zack didn't understand. So, they had to make him understand.
Once Zack was out of his shirt, John took off the boy's pants and threw both clothing items over the automatic heating towel rack. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his boy had decided to go commando. Smirking, John took Zack by the hand and lowered him into the bathtub. Immediately, all of the aches and pains all over his body just melted away. He felt absolutely wonderful.
"We never wanted to hurt you, Zack." John told him. "It's a complicated story and I'm not sure that I can explain it so that you'd fully understand. Really, all you need to know is that John Laureinitis was a bastard and he's gone now."
Zack blinked slowly. He must've been hit one too many times in the head, because that sounded like John had said that the tyrannical dictator had been dethroned. "What?"
"I beat Paul and therefore, the GM was fired by Vince. And once he was fired, we were able to go and retrieve these." John held out his hand and, sitting there in his palm, where Zack's two brands.
"We want you to take them back." Kane said lowly.
"No." Zack shook his head.
Both men looked at him oddly. "What's the matter, Zack? You don't want to take us back?" John asked. He sounded hurt, almost betrayed by this notion.
"No. I want you two back. But… I want you to put the brands on for me. Make me feel like I belong to you again."
Both men shared a look, before, with a smile, they did as their submissive had asked. And everything was right again between them…
Chris made his way back to his hotel room after one last meeting of the Masters. It had been so wonderful to completely demolish John Laureinitis' office and to redistribute the brands to the owners. Chris clutched his brands in his hand, a broad smile on his face as he unlocked the door and rushed inside. All of the lights were out, but he knew that his two babies were there. It was almost like he could sense them.
Chris walked over to the bed, where he found his two babies, curled around each other in bed. Chris smiled. He was thankful that they at least had each other to turn to in this entire mess. Chris walked over to the bed and set the brands on the bedside table. And then, he leaned down and kissed each man on the forehead. Phil mewled, pulling at him unconsciously and trying to get him to fall between them. But Chris wouldn't let him.
Chris was fully aware that he still needed to earn their trust, and he couldn't do that by just jumping into bed with them. No, that would backfire. But he did have an idea of what he could do…
