Another month passed almost normally for John. Thankfully, no more actions were done by the group in Texas although they all remained on the lookout. John loved Randy and always would but he forced himself not to obsess over it. He played with Sheamus a few times and went to see Taker every chance he got. Randy continued to look at him as though he were a stranger on the street. It hurt the older man deeply that they did not even have a friendship when they technically never even broke up. The need for closure between them was never met. One day they had been lovers and the next strangers. John felt the ache of being apart from his second creator but dealt the best he could. There was no other choice for him.
One day Wade got into an altercation with one of the assistants backstage. On threat of termination he pleaded his innocence in the matter. Things were settled for now with a suspension. He was furious but had no other course of action. That night, Wade left the road and Randy was laying in the bed of the room alone. He groaned, feeling his head pounding. "What the fuck?" He whispered to himself as he slowly sat up, looking around. He closed his eyes, trying to focus. It was like he remembered everything yet at the same time nothing.
His mind felt like he was trapped within a bad dream. A bad dream orchestrated by Wade and it made his blood boil with rage. He took a deep breath though. He had to calm himself or lash out in a bad way. He moved for his phone. Could he mend the damage Wade had caused? He was glad his job was not lost in this mess. Now he just had to hope something else was not lost as well. His hands wanted to shake as he scrolled his phone. Should he call or text? Maybe he should just track John to his room. There were so many options.
Meanwhile, John sat alone in his suite watching a movie on TV. He had gotten used to the quiet after two months away from Randy. He was sitting in bed in his boxers and a t-shirt. Randy sat the phone down, closing his eyes. Tears wanted to fill them as he tried to focus on John. Did Wade break that bond? Did he break that connection? He tried to see if he could draw John to him. As John laid in bed he suddenly began to feel a pull to Randy. "No...he doesn't want me around." He spoke to himself out loud. The pulling grew so strong tears filled his eyes but he refused to go to Wade's room and beg to see Randy. It would only cause issues for them all.
After a time Randy stopped. He sighed as he picked up his phone, sending a message not trusting his voice. #Johnny?#
John heard his phone go off and looked at the message. His heart wanted to pound at the single word. He did not know how to feel as he responded. #Randy?#
#Yeah really me. I think for the first time in ages.# Randy replied once he cleared his eyes.
John swallowed a lump that wanted to form in his throat. #Does Wade know you wrote me?#
#You didn't hear? He is suspended.# Randy told John, taking a deep breath.
#No. I've tried to wash myself of him.# John replied. He typed a second message. #If you want to talk my suite is 2206.#
It seemed almost as soon as the message was sent a moment later there was a knock on his door. John opened the door to let Randy in. His eyes were filled with swirling emotions. He closed the door behind Randy and moved to sit on the couch. He felt like he was on the brink of a breakdown. Randy saw as John just walked away from him. No words were said. His face fell as he closed his eyes. He wanted to be near John. He wanted to grab a hold of him, but the older man walked away before anything could be done. "Ha-has everything been destroyed between us?" He finally asked, his normally stoic voice cracking.
John motioned for Randy to have a seat. When he did the older man spoke, his own voice cracking. "You tell me. We had a date two months ago. You texted me to tell me you weren't coming back and to gather your bags together. You came to get your bags and your primal side came out...told me you were torn between me and Wade. I...never asked you to choose. He took you away from me. You took your things and left. That was it. No goodbye, no sorry, John. Nothing at all. I see you at work and you walk right by me like I'm the dirt under your shoe."
Randy wrung his hands together. "I feel like I been walking in a fog, living in a bad dream that whole time. Like I could see out...but was paralyzed."
"That's why you have to stay away from me...no matter what I want." John forced the words out. "The night you came for your bags to leave me you went into a rage and killed another human...thankfully it was a person who was attacking a woman but deserved it. When I followed you and asked why your primal side told me it was because you felt torn between Wade and myself and killing was your only outlet. I gave up that night to save you the pain." John had a few tears running down his cheeks. "Not just to save you...to save us all. The group in Texas burned Taker's house to the ground...attacked us and hurt Gunner. He had to send all his family away. You killing more people would only alert them our direction faster."
"I'm sorry, Baby...even with Wade off the road...meaning I am away from his influence...are...are you turning me away?" Randy moved his head to look at John.
John lowered his head. "I miss you so much." He whispered. "But I have to. I'll get attached and Wade will come swooping back in more pissed off than ever that you're with me. He'll control you...one minute you'll claim to love me and the next you'll be gone. I...can't deal with that again. Last time I almost died inside. Or worse...you'll go into a rage and go out and hurt anyone in your path. I...I can't risk it."
Randy swallowed a lump in his throat. "Okay then." He sighed. He stood up slowly. "I...I guess there is nothing else then." He whispered.
"I hate him...so much. But try to be happy with Wade." John said slowly. His head was still lowered and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Randy stopped walking. "That won't happen. He could drop dead and I would dance on his grave." Randy told him grimly before he moved to open the door.
John felt tears blur his vision as he raised his eyes to see the door close. He stared at the door for what seemed like hours. His body shook in grief for the maker he had just lost all over again. He stood and almost woodenly moved to lay down, cutting the light and TV for bed. Randy returned to the room. He felt cold, empty, and isolated. He wanted nothing more than to hold John in his arms and kiss him. Be happy with Wade.. Yeah right. There was little to no chance with that. He went to get ready for bed even if he was unsure if rest would come for him or not.
Both men were in misery but there was little to do about it. Wade returned to the road when his suspension was up and just as John had predicted Randy's eyes once again took on a cold look when they looked at him. Months passed by until it had been seven months since their breakup and John felt like he had been alone forever. One night the pain and loneliness wanted to drive him to madness. He sent Taker a text message from his room. #I'm about to lose it. I miss him so much. More than just love. My primal side feels so empty.#
Sadly, Taker to a point understood the pain. His was out of love and companionship as well. Michelle left out of her safety and that of their daughter's The main house was being rebuilt so he tried to distract his mind with that. One time Taker tried to track the group he knew of to try to work out another truce, but he turned up empty handed. He looked at the message on the screen. #I understand. I do. I wish I could offer advice. I don't know how Wade is holding it like he is.#
John's fists clenched as before sending another message. #I know Randy doesn't want him. It's mental rape. The other side wants to rip Wade apart. Too much to ask for you to come see me like you did before the change?#
#Where you at?# Taker replied, almost welcoming the distraction.
#Alabama.# John replied. He gave the hotel and suite number to Taker. It somehow was a comfort to know his one maker could still be with him.
#Be there as soon as I can. Should feed before the trip.# Taker replied, knowing the distance will drain him.
John smiled before replying. #Thank you. You're so good to me.# He moved to clean up the suite and then just tried to relax. Slightly more than an hour passed before a mist filtered into the room from the balcony. Taker slowly took form in the room.
John looked up at Taker from the couch. His eyes looked sad..almost lost. "Thanks for coming, Sir. I know it was crazy to ask it of you."
"It's fine, John." Taker replied as he opened his arms. "Come here." The last few months being lonely for them both had allowed a closeness to form between them. John was more than happy to stand and move into Taker's arms. He felt the strong arms wrap around him and he felt secure...comforted. He closed his eyes, taking in the familiar scent. Taker dipped his head to kiss the top of John's as he held him close.
"So hard." John mumbled against Taker's chest. "I never told you...Randy came out of it five months ago. Wade was off the road. He wanted to be with me again but I told him no to save us the pain. The minute Wade came back it was like he never loved me at all."
"I still don't get Wade's game. Some may think I did that to him...but I didn't." Taker told John, rubbing his back.
"It's horrible and cruel of him." John took in the feeling. "He knows Randy wants me and doesn't care." His tense body seemed to relax at the gentle touch. It had been days since he felt the closeness of a maker.
"I know, my Boy...I know." Taker whispered, kissing John's head again.
"May we lay down?" John asked. "This feels so nice...just having my maker close."
Taker's chest move with a silent chuckle. "I was just thinking that." He released John so he could removed his boots and shirt. John moved to the large bed and pulled down the covers. He removed Randy's shirt that he often left by the bed and laid down. Taker moved to lay next to John, tucking his hands under his head which he had a habit of doing.
John moved to lay his head on Taker's chest. "I'm so glad you came. I played a few times this month but it's still lonely. Sex is not the same as being close to someone."
Taker moved the one arm to wrap it around John. "I get that...I really do."
The two men sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. John seemed like he wanted to say something but was hesitant. "Ran and I used to have this one rule. Kissing was only for each other. I know Wade kisses him but he's also inside his head. It's been almost a year...since we broke up. I think I'd like to kiss you...but I don't want to seem pushy."
Taker seemed to debate the request. That was one thing Taker had never done with a guy was kiss him. "Well, one won't hurt anything I guess." He finally spoke.
John waited a minute before moving up until he was near Taker's face. He slowly leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was light but his primal side wanted to groan at the connection. Taker's eyes closed slowly, feeling the kiss. His hand moving to the back of John's head to hold him there, letting it linger. John gave a groan at the warm feeling wanting to flood him. It went beyond sexual heat. It was the connection he had been lacking so long. Slowly almost reluctantly Taker moved his hand away.
John broke the kiss and offered a smile. "Thanks...I needed that, Master. You're good to me."
Taker offered the faintest hint of a smile. "I think I needed that too." He told John.
John's creature normally craved sex but he felt so tired. He moved to rest on the older man's chest again. "I feel so drained...carrying on every day like I'm fine...and I'm afraid to go after fresh kill. Randy told me he would dance on Wade's grave...he called me Baby...the moment Wade returned he followed him around like a puppy again. It makes me sick inside."
"When did you last drink...since you haven't hunted recently?" Taker asked as he stroked John's head.
John tried to think. "A few days I think. I had some chicken blood."
"Weak...want me to go get you something stronger?" Taker asked. "Traveling for many years I know spots in most states."
"If you don't mind." John relented. He hated to break the comfort of Taker with him.
"I shouldn't be too long." Taker tried to assure John as he moved to redress.
"Okay, Master. Be careful." John constantly worried about Taker's safety with the group around.
"I will." Taker vanished almost as fast as he had arrived.
In another part of the hotel, Randy was sitting looking out the window. Wade was off at some meeting so for now he could relax. For almost a month now the older man was pushing his limits. He would be able to push free of the fog Wade tried to keep him under only to be pulled back under again like a man fighting to stay above water in a angry sea. He knew he could not try to defy Wade until he knew for sure he was strong enough to break free and stay free. He knew Taker told him Wade was obedient to him for three years. Randy was not even fully sure how much time had passed, but he doubted it was anywhere near that close. How long could he continue to be Wade's puppet...his toy until he broke? What would he even do when he broke free? Bury himself in work alone? John turned from him. Even if he told John he was now free would he believe him? If he did how does he know Wade wouldn't try to get him back or hurt John to do so?
John laid in bed, still feeling weak. For some reason his mind drifted to Randy more than usual. He felt an ache that would not stop. He finally decided it couldn't hurt to send a text. #I am thinking of you today. Hate we don't even speak at work. Feel I'm missing my other maker. Just wanted to say hi.#
Randy jumped, hearing his phone go off. He looked over toward it. He actually almost had to wonder how long it had been since he talked to anyone. Was he really that much of Wade's mindless puppet? He got up, moving to the phone opening the message. #Thought you wanted no more of me.# he replied before moving to sit again.
John's heart felt ripped by the abrupt cold words. He stared at the phone before replying. #Nevermind. Those words show me all I need to know. You are nothing but Wade's now. After all those years of friendship and love you don't even see the way I look at you. Fuck you.# He wanted to scream as he tossed the phone aside. Did Randy not hear his words that day? See his tears and looks of desire?
#I hate being his. I want to be YOURS! But you want me to fuck off leave you alone. What is the point really of trying to break free of him? I am getting stronger, but what is the use?# Randy shook his head and wiped his eyes.
John almost didn't read the message but finally felt compelled to try. # If you think that you never knew me at all. I told you that night I want you. Your own primal side told me to give up on you or you would feel so torn you would keep killing. All I'm guilty of is protecting you.#
#If I break free...will you want me? Or do you fear being hurt again? Do I have a reason to fight?# Randy typed.
#Of course I want you. I am fucking hurt that you keep asking. It shows you know nothing of me. YOU left me. YOU took your bags and broke our date. I never chose to leave you. Don't say it again.# John replied.
#I was not in my right head. How long has it been since Wade got suspended?# Randy replied.
# A little over five months.# John replied.
#It's a blur.# Randy replied as he jaw clenched. He would love even more to rid himself and others of Wade. He knew going to that extreme would seriously hurt him if not kill him along with Wade.
#It's not been to me. I miss you every night.# John said honestly. #I was so bad tonight I asked Taker to come. He's out getting me blood. I'm weak.#
#You need to eat Babe.# As Randy sent the message he had to wonder when was his last time. #Glad you have him.# Randy send a moment later.
John's heart warmed at the words. #Are you alone tonight?#
#He's at a meeting...I dread the fog when he returns Babe.# Randy replied, moving the phone to vibrate
#Fuck. Okay. I was going to say fuck it and come spend time with Taker and myself but maybe it's too dangerous.# John felt disappointed.
#I hope soon Babe. I keep testing myself. Even if I don't like everything I can remember at times.# Randy replied and then sadly went back to begin deleting the conversation.
John's heart ached as he read the message. #Okay. I do love you. Talk to you later, Daddy.# A lump formed in his throat as he typed the words.
#I love you too. Which is why I must time this right.# Randy replied.
# Understand. Talk later.# John told him. He tried to sort out his feelings as he waited on Taker.
#Night clearing log# Randy deleted the few new messages, putting his phone back.
About ten minutes later Taker returned. He looked over at John. "Give me a few minutes to warm this a bit for you." He went to brew hot water in the small coffee maker.
"I spoke to Randy texting." John said from the bed. "Wade went out for a meeting and his head cleared. He's trying to fight Wade. It's just so hard. He said he dreaded the fog in his head when Wade would return."
"At least you got to talk to him." Taker commented. "Does that ease any of your pain?"
John gave a low growl, his hand going to his head. His eyes grew dark when he looked at Taker. "No! His blood calls to us! We need him!" The voice was dangerous and primal. "We will shred that foul creature clouding his mind!"
Taker drew a breath with a sigh. "I can not instruct you either way. Remember I created him as well." Taker told him. "You would need to be a tricky and cunning as he is if you wish a chance."
John's head cocked to the side as if debating. "Cunning as he...what do you suggest?"
Taker lowered his head, shaking it. He moved to pull the container of blood out of the hot water before it got too hot and congealed. He carried it to John "Here….drink this."
"You don't give an answer. The pain my host feels is worse than death. It blocks even our love for carnal desires." John hissed but took the container. He began to drink hungrily with deep gulps.
"As Randy's blood is part of you...mine is part of Wade...no matter how much I think it is best he be dealt with...I can not offer instruction in his destruction." Taker told him.
John did not reply until all the blood was gone. His eyes looked near wild as the human part battled the creature...fear, pain, longing, and hatred made his body want to shake. His body disappeared into a puff of smoke and moved to go outside through the patio. Taker almost called out after John to stop. He didn't though. He doubted John would hurt anyone except for one and maybe he too was growing tired of the games.
John's essence travelled to Randy's room. It waited in the corner, fuming, for Wade to return.
Randy's head moved from the window, looking around he slowly stood up His eyes slowly scanned the room. They were the crisp, clear looking eyes that John had not seen in months. John took in the sight, memorizing every detail of Randy in the way he was not able to do at work. Randy's eyes stopped in the corner where John was. He gave a sad smile, even blowing a kiss. The creature in John even fumed more at the sadness it saw in its maker. John returned the blown kiss and stayed where he was to wait.
Randy saw John was not going to move so he moved back to the chair he was in before. It was maybe a half hour before Randy closed his eyes, shaking his head. Over the last roughly month Randy could feel the control more and more, knew what he was trying to fight against. John watched Randy's body language. His eyes narrowed as he took in the struggle of the man he loved. It was only a few moments before the door opened with Wade walking in. He looked around then at Randy. "Ya stayed there the whole time?"
Randy looked over. "Did you wish I did something else?"
"No...No. You did fine." Wade sat his coat to the side before he headed towards Randy. "Come over 'ere." Randy nodded, standing up but kept his eyes low. John watched the interaction. His unseen talons extended as the rage began to fill his very being. Wade hooked his hand under Randy's jaw, lifting it before leaning in to kiss him. His other hand wrapped around Randy, running down his back to his ass. Even while furious John knew Taker had warned him to be crafty if he did try to take Wade out. He moved from the corner, floating behind Wade to wait for the Englishman to let his guard down.
Randy moaned faintly at the actions, not realizing it, the same time losing track of John. Was he still there? Did he leave when Wade returned? Wade moved his lips near Randy's ear. "Strip my Dear." Randy gave a faint shudder before stepping back to do as instructed.
The creature in John snarled, unable to stand the sight of Wade taking Randy after he had been denied his maker so long. He suddenly appeared in the room. His eyes were glowing almost red with fire and his talons fully extended. "This ENDS NOW!" The voice was filled with authority and conviction. "HE IS NOT YOURS! He was NEVER yours to take!" John charged the Englishman, his teeth and talons out for blood.
Wade tried to dodge the first attack. "But I did take him...and he is mine." Wade gloated. His chest heaved slightly as he looked at John, his eyes shifting to Randy.
"This ends tonight! You think I will sit back and let you take what is mine?" John roared. "Randy and Taker cannot kill you because of the connection...but I can. I can suck you dry in an instant." John let the rage begin to consume him, trying to start a blood storm.
"Don't you think it will make news if I show up dead?" Wade commented. His eyes locked on Randy and Randy's face twisted with a cringe before his moved to step in John's path.
"You think I care? I'm past that! I feel lost every day!" John hissed at him. "You cannot hide behind him like a bitch forever! I can be anywhere...you won't see me until I wish you to...and then I will kill you. I want you to look into my eyes as I suck the breath from your body." John gave a mocking laugh. It was nothing like the normally easygoing John.
"Deal with him." Wade barked. Randy's head cocked, tilting to one side. The glassy look slowly turned to glowing rage. John knew he had to act now. He tried to communicate with Randy through their connection before he moved at lightening speed. He tried to shove Randy aside so he could reach fell to the ground. The slight delay allowed Wade to vanish just as John made the first swing. Wade floated as a mist toward the balcony doors. John immediately turned into a mist and gave chase to Wade. He could not let this go now.
Randy stood up, joining the chase. The three forms reaching a forested area before Randy moved a bit faster to actually catch Wade's essence, the two tangling together before heading for the ground. John reappeared on the ground. His head jerked to look for Wade and be rid of him no matter the cost. The large ball of mist could be seen jerking about before both man reappeared. Both men were hunched over on their hands and knees. John ran at Wade. His eyes flashed in the moonlight as he gave a howl.
Blood could already be smelled in the air before John hit Wade. The large Englishman was too distracted this time to anticipate John's attack. John began to swirl into a blood storm. His face was set into a cold smirk before he faded into the swirling gray over Wade's body to suck him into it. Wade screamed and tried to fight inside. For some reason he could not take on his ethereal like form to escape. Randy was panting and coughing from when he attacked Wade, unaware of John's actions. A mocking laugh could be heard from John. Words seemed to echo into the night. "WHAT did I tell you? NEVER mistake my submission for weakness." John focused to suck every ounce of blood and energy from the Englishman. "RANDY IS MINE! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU WERE WARNED!"
The screams finally stopped as like the others Wade became a shriveled husk of a shell. The storm ended and Wade's body fell to the ground. A few moments later John's form could be seen gasping on the forest floor. The actions of draining the Englishman had been much more draining than a normal human. All he could feel was complete relief.
John could hear as Randy was still coughing near by. A small pool of blood seen in front of him as it dripped from his lips.
John crawled to where Randy was. His voice had lost the rage and sounded normal again. "Y-You okay?"
"My...in-inside feel torn up." Randy gasped. "Hi-hit him pretty good." He coughed again.
"We need to get you to Taker. I don't know how to help." John admitted. "He's gone, Daddy. Gone for good."
Randy nodded as he tried to stand. "Good...No...no grief here." John stood and although he felt weak himself moved to wrap his arms around Randy. It felt so good...so right. The two faded into a mist and headed together back to the hotel, leaving the shell of Wade behind. Taker couldn't help be grow worried as hours had passed since John had left. He paced the room some of the time trying not to let his mind wander.
Two mists could be seen coming from the patio area into the suite. Randy and John reappeared in the room. Both were gasping and almost collapsed to the floor together. Taker was by their side in a flash. "What happened?" He asked in a panic.
John was panting as he looked up at Taker. "I had it out with W-Wade...We went somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He's dead. I did the blood storm." He looked at Randy. "Daddy fought Wade too...he feels like his insides are ripping."
"Damn. Okay, let's get you both up and try to get him in the bed so I can take a look." Taker told John.
"I-I'll be fine." Randy coughed again.
"I'll be the judge of that." Taker told him. John staggered to his feet. All the fight had left him and he felt so drained. He went to help get Randy up and staggered, almost collapsing. "Let me." Taker stated, moving to pick Randy up, moving him to one side of the bed. He then helped John to the other. He then looked at Randy. "Where did you attack Wade?"
"Not fully sure….um...we...we were both in mist form and I moved to attack him." Randy tried to explain.
"Okay, let's take your shirt of first. There should be some kind of sign...also make sure he didn't hit you back." Taker told him. Randy slowly moved, removing his shirt. Across his chest and upper abs was deep purple bruising. "Damn." Taker gingerly touched the area and Randy hissed. "Guess I need to go make another run tonight for you boys."
"I'm fine...just took a lot out of me to drain him. He fought hard." John mumbled. His hand reached to take Randy's hand. "Worry about giving him blood first...don't know when he fed last."
"I'll bring back enough...it will be fine." Taker told John before he vanished.
Randy lightly squeezed John's hand. "So-sorry, Babe."
"For what? You helped me...I feared I would have to knock you back to get to him." John admitted. "With him controlling you."
"He was...some." Randy gave a deep cough that a wheeze could be heard from his chest. "I...I was fighting it even in the room before he took off."
John's eyes closed. They felt so heavy. "When...you said you dreaded his return...I had to stop him. C-Couldn't let him do that to you again. So good to have you back." He could feel his mind wanting to drift off to sleep.
"Di-didn't mean to..to burden you." Randy replied. John did not reply. He was out cold. The fight had drained him emotionally, mentally, and physically. His hand still held onto Randy even in sleep. Randy fought to stay awake in fear if he fell asleep or passed out he would not wake up again. Finally Taker returned, taking in the scene. He warmed the blood like before. He returned with three containers. He helped Randy to sit up so he could drink the first.
John did not even stir as he normally did from any sound while sleeping. His youthful face looked oddly older, as if he had been through a war. Taker debated waking John to drink again. He knew he just did though. Maybe his body just needed rest. "Here, drink the second one too." Taker instructed Randy as he heated the third one for himself. Randy slowly drank the offered blood, his eyes closing. "You feeling any better?"
"Still debating." Randy replied with a lick of his lips. "Feel...confused...lost."
"It will slowly pass." Taker told him. "You just fully regained your freedom. Don't rush it." Randy slowly nodded.
John did not wake for hours. Early in the morning, he began to stir. His face looked pale in the morning light. "So...hungry." He mumbled.
Randy was actually snoring quite loudly next to him. Taker got up from the couch when he heard movement. He saw John moving and made his way over. "Morning, John." He told him.
"Hungry." John whispered. His eyes barely opened.
"Damn...should have save you some...I will order up some steaks, that's the best I can do for right now." Taker moved for the hotel phone.
John's whole body craved blood. He felt so weak but could not voice it. He felt himself drift into the dark void once again. Randy had quieted down while Taker was placing the large order. He almost felt like he was with the Sumo in Japan with the size he ordered and for breakfast at that. He came back to see both guys out. He carefully checked each one. John's face looked tired and pale. The only sign of life was the rise and fall of his chest.
Taker let both men rest until the food arrived. He then went to stir John first. John did not move when he stirred him. He was so tired and weak he just could not shake it. "Damn. Come on, John." Taker called to him. The same time he tried to focus deeper on the connection they had.
John's eyes fluttered to open. They looked glassy. "Can't I rest awhile?" He mumbled.
"You need food while it is still warm." Taker told him. "I know it is weak...but it will help." John's body felt like lead. He slowly moved to sit up, releasing his hold on Randy's hand.
Taker went and carried a tray over that had five steaks on it. "Start with these." He told John, placing the tray on his lap. "Don't worry about manners." Unlike when John would normally tear into the meat he felt so weak he slowly moved to take a steak and bring it to his mouth. He tore off a piece, chewing. "That's it, John...eat your fill. We can get you more." Taker encouraged.
John slowly ate the steak. He began to feel better little by little. "Sorry I took off from you last night. The other side couldn't take the separation from Ran any longer. " He tried to explain. "I've never felt such rage...such power."
"It's fine...just glad you both should be okay." Taker told him.
John cast a loving look at Randy. He finished all five steaks and felt much stronger. "I...feel better now. Thanks."
Taker picked up the tray. "Need more?" He asked John then saw he was distracted by Randy. "He finally grew quiet about an hour ago. His breathing was labored most of the night."
John nodded. "I'm sure it will take awhile for him to come around fully. Seven months of brainwashing...fuck, poor Shea." John suddenly exclaimed. "I have no regrets killing Wade...but Shea loves him. He's been good to me all these months when I needed a play partner...but I saw his sadness over Wade."
"He will need to be told at some point." Taker told John. "I don't know if you would be up to it today. You both will be lucky if you can make it to the arena tonight."
"You don't resent me killing him do you?" John asked.
Taker looked down but shook his head. "I knew he grew too out of control."
"I know your family is all gone for now...for what it's worth...I love you." John told him. He had no idea if Michelle had left the older man for good or not.
Taker lifted his head, giving a weak smile. "Thanks, John...it...it does mean something." John returned the smile. He did not get the words returned but he did not expect it. He simply wanted to make his Dom feel wanted. "Do you need more to eat while they are still hot?"
John shook his head. "I think I'm good. Save the rest for you or Randy." A little color came back into his face. "Thanks for being there for us last night."
"Of course, John...I will eat some...Randy may be out a while longer if you get hungry. It would be a shame to waste good meat." Taker moved to sit at the table after grabbing a second tray to dig in. All the traveling he did the night before drained him as well.
John gave Randy a final look before standing slowly and making his way to the table to sit by Taker. "I tried to hold my creature in check...bide my time. Then Randy noticed I was there in his room...he gave me this sad smile...I got angry myself. I couldn't let Wade use him again."
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Taker asked after he swallowed a bite.
"I'm just telling the truth. Wade was flat out raping him!" John snapped before he stopped himself. "Sorry, Sir."
Taker turned his head to look at John after another bite. "Did I question your actions? I remember quite clearly you wondering how best to go about such things. I could have stopped you if I had so wished." He then focused back on his food.
"I guess I am." John sighed. "I know it had to be done...there was no other way. But my human side feels guilt at taking another man's life. Yes, he was a horrible person...but he had friends...and someone who loved him."
"I understand...I do." Taker replied. "It is a weight you must bear until you can free yourself of it."
John nodded. "At least Randy is free now. He can live his life without being controlled like a puppet."
"That is true. Also his action last night shows he would have done it if you had not...and he would have been even worse off than he is if not dead." Taker pointed out.
John nodded. "I know...now to just convince myself when I see the pain in Shea's eyes. He truly loved Wade...it was written all over his face. I couldn't imagine losing you or Ran."
"How soon do you plan to try to contact him?" Taker asked. "Did you wish me to go with you or alone?"
"If you don't mind the support would help." John admitted. "It should be as soon as possible. When Wade doesn't show up tonight rumors will fly."
Taker looked towards the bed. "You have his number...since you have played with him a few times?"
John nodded. "Yeah. We've played almost weekly for months now."
"Maybe better to have him come up here. So we can keep an eye on Randy. Also seeing him may help the situation." Taker explained.
John nodded. He placed a call to Sheamus' phone, hoping to get an answer. There was a pop like sound before there was a voice. "Hey, Johnny Boy...your dime." The large Irishman greeted in a panting tone as he was on a treadmill getting a morning workout in.
"Hey, Shea...um, can you come up to my suite for a quick chat? It's kind of important." John told him.
"Sure thin...that room number?" He asked as he stopped the machine. "I'm just in thee hotel gym."
John gave the room number before thanking Sheamus and ending the call. He looked at Taker. "He'll be up shortly."
"Wonder his reaction if he sees me." Taker commented as he finished eating.
"I don't know. I feel so nervous. Shea's been a good friend." John admitted.
"Understood." Taker replied. The men waited nervously for the Irishman to arrive. There was no easy way to tell a friend you killed the man they love.
