A/N: So here it is, the final chapter of Slim to None. Hope you all enjoy. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed over the last couple of days, just need 4 more to hit the magic number. Of course, whoever is #400 will get a oneshot.

Hope you all enjoy the chapter and have enjoyed the whole story.

John curled up on the sofa in his living room reading the book he'd picked up at the local bookstore. When he'd seen the title, Slim to None, he'd been intrigued and picked it up to leaf through. When he read an excerpt from the book, John's knees had almost buckled. This was his story. Sure the names were different, but the story was the same.

As soon as he was home from his job at the garage, he pulled the book out and started reading, almost forgetting about dinner for the evening. The story was twenty seven chapters long and he was already on the penultimate chapter. It had been so easy to read, whether because he knew the story already or not.

As he was reading, he remembered what happened next, the night Randy died. He wasn't there with him, Randy had seen to that. According to Ted and Cody, Randy had even made sure he didn't know where to find John. The thought of finding John and running to him would have been too easy. At least, that's what he'd been told.

When he'd been watching the news channel one evening, just two weeks after arriving in Phoenix, he was shocked to hear a report on a warehouse fire in Boston. What made it worse was when he'd seen Randy's face come up on the screen shortly after, notifying the public of his death in the fire. It was also reported that Randy's neck had been broken prior to the fire.

John had jumped on his new cell phone as soon as he heard and rang Ted, demanding to know why they hadn't told him. John became even angrier when they told all the details of the raid on the warehouse.

It had been the shock of a lifetime when he arrived home from the shops the following week to find Randy sat on his front porch. As he cautiously stepped toward the man, head shaved and his arms now covered in tattoos, and his legs gave way. Randy caught him as he fell and held him, neither man saying anything for a few minutes, tears of happiness flowing freely.

"Hey, why the tears?" Randy asked as he slid in behind John on the sofa.

"Reading the book brought it all back," John told him, trying to dry his tears.

"I don't get why you bought it anyway, we lived it," Randy said holding John close.

"Couldn't help it," John replied. "Besides, the level of accuracy is amazing, I'm sure Heath told her some bits as well for this chapter."

"Why do you say that?"

"How else would she know of the raid? Only difference is that you actually die in the story. You don't fake your own death."

"Yeah well, that was a last minute idea. Del-Rio was dead, with the fire; I knew that was the easiest way for us to be completely safe. No one would be looking for us," Randy said. "Though I have to say, I'm a tad annoyed; I told Trish to give us a happy ending."

"If she was writing a true story, or at least, based upon a true story, how was she supposed to know you faked your death?"

"Okay, fine, I see your point," Randy said with a smile. "But she's a writer. She could make something up."

"Someone's never pleased," John said shaking his head with a dimpled grin.

"I'm pleased right now," Randy whispered in John's ear. "I got my husband's tears to stop."

John's grin got even wider as he heard the word he loved to hear the most. Husband. Just a few days after he arrived back in Tucson from Randy's funeral, Randy had made the suggestion they go to California. John was happy to go anywhere Randy did and it was only when Randy led him down to the beach where there was an officiant waiting.

"I know something else that please you, hubby," John said pulling out of Randy's arms and standing up. He walked across the room, stripping his top off and throwing it back at Randy before heading into the bedroom.

John undid the button on his jean shorts and climbed onto the bed with a smug expression. It would be any second now that Randy would be through the door. Only moments after thinking it, Randy was in the bedroom.

John knew Randy wouldn't hang around with foreplay tonight, and sure enough he was right. Randy pulled on John's legs to move him to the edge of the bed and then promptly yanked his pants down along with his underwear.

"You've kept me waiting a long time for this today," Randy said undoing his pants.

"What do you mean?" John said with a smirk.

"You told me last night when we laid in bed, that as soon as we were both home we'd be back in here, and I could have my way with you," Randy said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"And here we are."

""We've been home for three hours, John."

"You mean, Anthony, right?" John said with a smirk. Everyday Randy was telling him off for forgetting to use their new names, but once in a while, Randy was the one to let it slip.

"Yes… I mean Anthony," Randy said leaning down and taking John's lips with his own. "Forgive me."

"I will, if you moan it while you're inside me," John said wrapping his arms around Randy's neck. "Oh, and keep the shirt on."

Randy all but growled at the way John was giving the orders. He loved it, and John knew. John pulled Randy down for another kiss, smashing their lips together, making sure there wasn't a slither of space between them. He lifted his legs up high enough that he could use his feet to push Randy's pants down, freeing his member.

"Please tell me you've had boxers on at work," John commented. Randy chuckled at John's words.

"Why would I? They would've hindered things when I got home," Randy said. "Lube?"

John groaned and disengaged from Randy, twisting and reaching over to the top pillow. He knew Randy had made a point of putting it there first thing, reminding John of his promise. As soon as he had the lube he turned back to Randy and smirked, holding the lube out of his reach with a smile.

"I want to," John said.

"Hell, if you're going to put on a show, then I'm going to get comfortable," Randy joked.

"You have a dirty mind babe," John said pulling a face. "I meant, I want to get you ready."

Without waiting, John poured some lube onto his hand and then gripped Randy by his hard member. He took his time stroking Randy, keeping his strokes slow but firm. John's smile deepened, his dimples growing on his cheeks as he watched Randy get lost in the sensations he was causing.

"Say it," John ordered. Randy made eye contact with John and ran the back of his fingers along John's cheek, a loving smile gracing his features.

"I love you, Anthony," Randy said. "But if you keep this up, I won't be moaning your name when I'm inside you. I'll be cumming all over you."

John chuckled at Randy's comment and reached up with his free hand to pull himself up close to Randy. "I love you too, Keith."

John let go of Randy's cock and let him take over. "Are you sure you don't want prep?"

"I can take it, you gave it to me good last night," John said.

Randy simply smirked and grabbed the lube. He didn't want to hurt his husband and he could make quick work of stretching John. He slid a finger into John, working it in and out. John couldn't resist moaning at the feeling and he had to bite his lip to stop the moans which wanted to move passed his lips.

"Stop… biting… your… lip," Randy said between kisses. As Randy was kissing him, he slipped in a second finger and went straight for John's prostate. John couldn't stop the moan escaping into Randy's mouth as their tongues tangled. John broke the kiss long enough to tell Randy he wanted more.

"Now, I need you, now."

Randy removed his fingers, lining the tip of his cock up with John's opening.

"Fuck, babe," John groaned, as he felt stretched around Randy's hard shaft.

"You okay," Randy asked not moving as John adjusted to his size. John nodded in response but Randy noticed his breathing was a little fast so he held out on moving until it calmed a little. After half a minute, Randy flexed his hips and John moaned in pleasure from the sensation.

Randy moved John's legs so they rested on his shoulders and then grabbed John's hips to hold him steady. He pulled out so only the tip of his cock remained in John before slamming back in to his lover.

"Fuck… again," John yelled, his body arching off the bed as Randy struck his prostate head on. Continuous moans slipped passed his lips as Randy set a pace they both enjoyed. John lived his life as the happiest man on the planet. He had Randy as a husband and Randy knew just what to do to make him cum.

"Anthony… I love how tight you are," Randy moaned as he continued to pound into John, almost folding him in two so he could go as deep as possible. John clenched his muscles, tightening even more on Randy's shaft, causing him to moan.

As Randy pounded into him John found the strength to pull himself off the bed and capture Randy's lips. The pair kissed like they were being separated once again and they didn't want to let go. Nothing in the world was going to let that happen again. They both agreed they were going to grow old together, nothing was stopping that.

"Oh God," John screamed as Randy's cock hit his prostate "Keith!"

Randy leant in to John's ear whispering words of encouragement. "Good boy, are you enjoying that? Do you want me to slow down, go faster, harder?"

"Mmm… just like this, babe… feels amazing."

Randy growled at John's comment and kept up his pace, slamming as hard as he could into his lover. His dick twitched and pulsed inside John as he punched his hand onto the bed by the side of them. He could feel his orgasm growing intensely in his stomach threatening to explode. He continued to thrust hard into John's body, pulling John up to reconnect their lips to savor his taste.

"Keith! I'm going to cum!" John yelled as he dug his nails into Randy's waist, leaving angry marks, no longer worried about leaving marks on his lover, or vie versa. His hips matched the taller man's thrusts that continued to pound into him. Randy growled as he let go of John's lips, lowering him back down so he was on the bed. John screamed as he came, spurting cum all over his chest.

"Fuck… Anthony… oh shhhiiittt," Randy yelled as he released load after load of cum into John, trying to hold himself up and not collapsing on John. John preferred Randy on top of him and knocked his arm to cause him to slip.

Randy stayed on top of him while he caught his breath before slipping off and pulling him up the bed so they could hop under the thin sheet. John laid his head back on Randy's chest and traced his fingers along his forearm. He had quickly become fond of the tattoos on his arms and he particularly like the rose. As part of the design, Randy requested John's original initials to be added with his birth date as well. Randy told him he had it put there so that even when they were apart, he'd always have John with him.

John wanted to get the same done for Randy, but Randy still told him not to. He liked John's body to much to tarnish it with tattoos. Regardless, when John had some free time, he popped in to a local tattoo artist and had Randy's details tattooed on his hip. He slept in pyjama bottoms for a few days so Randy didn't see it when it was still healing.

The first time Randy saw the tattoo they were hastily undressing, heading for the shower, John having forgot about it as well, when Randy fell to his knees, licking and kissing his way down John's body. The action, just as it was heating up, stopped dead. John immediately launched into the defensive speech he'd concocted when Randy leant in and kissed the spot where the tattoo sat. Simply telling him 'no more' while looking up at him with love in his eyes.

Bringing him from his thoughts, Randy brushed his lips on the top of John's head and indicated for him to sit up for a moment.

"Want to get more comfy," he said slipping in so he and John were spooning.

"You getting sleepy?" John asked.

"Mmm, long day, I needed to make sure everything was done before finishing for the weekend," Randy said kissing the back of John's shoulder. "Baby."

"Mmmhmm."

"What's the chances of getting you up early to help with the garden?" Randy asked. "I wanted to tackle it before it gets too hot."

"Slim to None," John mumbled, starting to get sleepy himself.

Randy smiled to himself, "I always liked those odds."

A/N: Of course I wouldn't kill Randy... never ever ever ever... he's Mr Money in the Bank :D

Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed over the course of the story, I always appreciate it... and to think this was originally going to be a oneshot, lol.

Oh, and I know I changed the name on Randy's rose tattoo but l thought it would fit more appropriately. I also liked the idea of John having his own as well.

I really do hope you enjoyed and please please review, like I said before there's a oneshot for #400