Cody frowned and stood up. "What are you talking about, John? There is no other option. We have to get Randy out of there. You don't even look like you're trying…"

John glared at Cody, slowly standing up and facing the younger man. "I'm not trying? Are you fucking kidding me? All I've done since the moment I met Randy is get him out of jams. His big mouth and reckless attitude damn near made that a full time job for me! I've never cared, though, because I love him more than anything."

Cody lowered his eyes and remained silent as John began to pace.

"All I've done for years now is take care of all of us. I'm so sick of being the one everyone depends on. Why am I the one that has to solve all the messes you guys get into? Why can't anyone else make a decision for once? I don't know what to do, Cody! If I go in there, guns blazing, I don't know what he's going to do to Randy. Now you tell me he has people watching all of us! If that's true, it puts us all at risk."

Cody bit his lip anxiously, his eyes filling with tears. "John, we're just so used to you being in control and handling everything. If you don't know what to do…well, that means Randy has no hope."

John sighed and collapsed on the sofa, one arm coming up to cover his eyes. Cody looked down on him, a sad look on his face. "Johnny, this is completely foreign to us, but what if we just call the cops?"

John removed his arm, his hand quickly wiping away stray tears. "I would love to do that, Cody. We can't, though. Calling the cops would open up a whole mess we can't deal with."

Cody frowned and slowly sat beside John. "Why? We can tell him Nate kidnapped me and Randy took my spot but Nate's been threatening him...God, our lives are a mess. How did this happen to us?"

John shook his head. "This all began because we thought we could play God and get away with it. It has to end now, Cody. We get rid of Nathan and it's over. I can't do this anymore." He sighed and closed his eyes tightly.

Cody nodded. "What about Ted? What are we gonna do to him?"

John shrugged, not bothering to open his eyes. "He's not my primary concern. Nathan is."

Cody stood, his gaze hard. "Well, he is my concern. I need to talk to him."

John quickly grabbed Cody's arm, stopping the young man from walking away. "No, he's done enough to us…especially to you. I don't want you near him."

Cody smiled and gently pulled his hand away. "Johnny, I need to learn to confront my problems. Like you said, you've spent years taking care of us. Let me take care of me now. I need to know why Ted did these things. I'll never be able to rest if I don't. Not to mention, I really think Ted is the key to getting Randy out."

John sighed. "Cody, I know despite what Ted did to you, you want to believe he has a heart. He doesn't, kiddo. He hates Randy. He won't lift a finger to save him especially if you ask him to. One of his biggest issues was how much you love Randy and how he couldn't compare."

Cody's eyes widened slightly but he remained firm. "I have to try, John." He smiled at John and squeezed his hand comfortingly. "While I'm in there, can you get Will over here, please?"

John sighed once more before reluctantly nodding. Cody walked away, his body and heart heavy as he made the walk to Ted's bedroom. Taking a deep sigh before turning the knob, Cody entered the dark room and barely made out Ted sitting in the bed, his head buried in his knees.

"Ted,"

Ted's head jerked up and his blurry eyes focused on Cody standing in the entrance to his room. The younger man looked pale and seemed to have lost pounds off his tall frame in only a matter of hours. His expression was a mixture of sorrow and anger.

"Cody, I'm so sorry…"

Cody held up his hand, the anger overtaking the sadness in his eyes. "You're not gonna talk until I ask you to. I'm very confused by what's happened, Ted. In only a matter of weeks you went from being our best friend, Teddy, to Teddy, the man who's responsible for all the bad happening in our life."

He shook his head and took a step closer to the bed. "How did it come to this, Ted? What did we do to deserve this from you?"

Ted lowered his eyes and shook his head. "Nothing. You did nothing. None of you did. It was me. I'm just fucked up, Cody."

Cody sighed and shook his head. "I'm gonna need more than that, Ted. Randy is alone right now with a monster. What did he do to deserve you sitting here and letting him endure that?"

"Can I just ask you something, Cody? With all the love I have demonstrated for you, how devoted I have been to you, why did you still choose Randy for everything?" Ted lifted his eyes, a coldness entering them.

"Maybe it's because in Randy I saw a true soul. Maybe there was always something there, lingering deep inside of you, that knew you would do this one day." Cody shrugged, his forehead crinkling into a frown. "Who the hell cares, Ted? You should never want anyone, not even your worst enemy, to fall into the hands of someone like Nathan!"

Ted shook his head and lowered his head to his knees again. "I've fucked things up with you, haven't I? I don't care about anyone but you Cody."

Cody remained silent as he lowered himself to the edge of Ted's bed. "If you care about me, help me. Help me help Randy."

"Why should I help him? The minute he comes home he's gonna help John put a bullet between my eyes." Ted rolled his eyes, turning them away from Cody's penetrating gaze.

"Do you think you deserve any less, Ted? Look what you've done to him; to all of us! I shouldn't even be here talking to you. Just the fact that I am makes me sick to my stomach. I have no choice, though." Cody's eyes filled with tears. "How could you do it, Ted? How could you have Marshall do something so horrible to me?"

"He wasn't good enough for you. You were getting in too deep with him and he didn't deserve you! Just like that idiot, Will, doesn't deserve you now! What can he offer you, Cody? What could he possibly give you?" Ted frowned in his direction, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Love. They both offered me love. A love I didn't think I would ever get again; not after what Peter did to me. I felt lost, dirty and worthless. Marshall saved me and showed me I wasn't any of those things. He made me believe I deserved to love again and have someone love me back. He gave me confidence and what you did; what you forced him to do to me almost killed me, too." Cody stood, walking away from the bed.

"You damn near ruined everything, Ted. It was a miracle I let Will in. It was Randy's encouragement that let me try to find love again. I was so scared that I turned to you and it was the dumbest thing I ever did. I felt remorse for hurting you; using the feelings you had for me when I knew I could never return them. How much of a dumbass was I that I felt bad for hurting you and I agonized over it when you found it so easy to hurt me? You destroyed one man I loved and would've destroyed another if you hadn't been caught. Now you're just gonna sit here and let my best friend, the man I love like a brother, be taken away from me, too."

Ted sighed deeply, but kept his lips sealed. Cody felt the frustration grow inside him and he clenched his fists at his side.

"I was going to ask John to spare your worthless life! While you were planning how to off Will, he was convincing me to let you live. I can't, though. You don't deserve to breathe the same air we all do. You have no heart. I'm done with you."

Cody turned on his heel and strode to the bedroom door. As his hand reached for the doorknob, he heard Ted's footsteps behind him.

"Cody, please, don't leave me." Ted grabbed Cody's arm and turned him around. "Fine, I'll do it. Please, I'll do anything. I'll show you how sorry I am. I'll help you get Nate."

Cody narrowed his eyes and pulled his arm free. "This is your only shot, Ted. Don't fuck it up."

Ted nodded frantically. "I won't. I'll tell you all I know. I'll do whatever I can."

Cody opened the door and stepped back. "Let's go,"

Ted lowered his head and shuffled out of the dark room into the brightly lit living room. His eyes rose slightly to spot John pacing the floor, his hand clutching his cell phone to his ear.

John's usually bright eyes, now dull from worry and anger, turned at the sound of Cody and Ted approaching and he ended the call he was on, sliding the phone in his pocket.

"What's he doing out, Codes?"

Cody stepped from behind Ted and walked over to John. "He's gonna talk. He said he'll tell us everything he knows."

John rolled his eyes. "He already told me all he knows. He doesn't know shit that's gonna help us get Randy back. He's trying to work you, Cody. He wants to get sympathy."

Cody looked at Ted and raised an eyebrow. "Is he right? Are you playing me or are you gonna prove us wrong and actually help?"

Ted nodded, his eyes drifting towards John. "I want to help. You know I do, John. I gave you Nathan's address..."

"Who cares? What good does an address do me when that asshole has people watching all of us? If we come anywhere near his shithole building, he's gonna kill Randy!" John tried to control his rising temper and voice, his eyes moving up to the second landing where Sam and Alanna still slept.

Ted frowned and John's words and shook his head. "Who does he have watching us, John? He has no other friends. I was the only one he interacted with. I never saw him speak to anyone else. Hell, I never even heard his phone ring when we were in his house."

Cody inhaled sharply. "He told me he had people watching this house and Will's house; if we make a move, they'll call him and he'll take out Randy immediately. When I was with him he kept calling someone..."

Ted laughed, sarcasm dripping. "I would bet my life he was talking to himself on that phone. He had no one but me. He needed an ally and knew I needed one, too. He didn't need anyone else but me. I gave him all he needed. We talked about everything. He knows exactly what we all did."

"Don't make it seem like he used you, Ted. Neither one of you is innocent in this." John growled as he took a step towards Ted. The younger man quickly held up his hand. "Wait a minute, John. I'm not saying that. All I'm saying is that I think Nathan is bullshitting you guys."

Cody sighed and stepped between the men. He looked at John and sighed. "What do you think, Johnny?"

John glared at Ted over Cody's shoulder. "I don't trust Ted. Those days are over. He hates Randy. Why should I believe he'd try to help us? For all I know he wants me to take a step out of this house so Nathan has a reason to kill Randy."

Ted shook his head. "No. I may not care what happens to Randy but I do care about Cody. If I have even the slightest shot in redeeming myself in his eyes, I'm gonna take it. This is the only way I know how to do it. I'm telling the truth as I believe it."

John opened his mouth to respond when the doorbell rang. He threw one last glare at Ted before quickly walking over to it before the ringing could disturb the girls upstairs. The guard standing outside moved to the side as John opened the door to reveal Will standing on the stoop. The younger man nervously looked around John.

"John, where is he?"

Cody's breath caught in his throat as he heard Will's voice and he ran into the hallway. Will's face broke into a smile at the sight of Cody and he opened his arms, welcoming Cody into them. John smiled and took a step back, giving the men some privacy.

Cody fell into Will's arms, hugging him tightly. Will returned the hug just as fiercely, burrowing his face in Cody's neck. "God, I was so worried about you, Cody. I was so scared I would never see you again."

Cody's eyes watered. "Can't get rid of me that easy," He pulled back and looked at Will's smiling face. "I love you."

Will nodded, his hand caressing Cody's face. "I love you, too." He kissed Cody's forehead, his closed eyes, his nose and finally his lips. Cody just held him tighter and covered his mouth with his, plunging his tongue into Will's mouth without a second thought. Will deepened the kiss, slowly melting into the kiss, his tongue beginning to move around. He loosened his grip on Cody's body and began to stroke the smooth back, enjoying the shivers he was causing. He continued to kiss Cody deeply, tilting his head so he could delve deeper into his delicious mouth.

The men broke apart when the need for air became too much, but they remained in the embrace. It was minutes until the silence was broken.

"What did he do to you?" Will's eyes were full of a mixture of concern, anger and fear. Cody quickly shook his head. "Nothing. He did nothing. He just held me until Randy got there."

Will nodded, looking over Cody carefully. "Maybe we should go to the hospital just to make sure..."

Cody laughed and shook his head again. "I'm fine. Trust me. My only concern is getting Randy home."

"What can we do? How can I help?" Will took Cody's hand and squeezed it tightly. Cody smiled and bought Will's hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "I don't think any of us know what to do. Ted is trying to help but we just don't know if we can trust him. It's up to John but I don't know what he's gonna do."

He sighed, sadness radiating from every pore in his body. Will kissed his lips gently and pulled him into another tight hug, trying to get him to forget, not knowing it would be impossible.

In the living room, John kept an eye on Will and Cody as they quietly talked and one on Ted, who also watched them carefully.

"Give it up, Ted. Cody found love. He's happy and there's nothing you can do to change that."

Ted's gaze moved away from the couple and met John's eyes. "I know I lost Cody. I'm not lying about Nate, though. As much as I hate Randy..."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't get you. Earlier you said you love Alanna. If that's true, how can you let her lose her father?"

Ted opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it again when no words seemed to come. John sighed. "And, if I believe you and walk out that door and Nathan kills me, Alanna will lose the other man in her life she considers a father. Would you do that to her?"

"I'm not lying, John. I never saw Nathan with anyone else." Ted shrugged and walked over to John. "I'll go up against Nate if you don't want to, John. I've lost it all, anyway. Let me be the one to take him out. I'll take the fall for everything. I do love Alanna and I would give up my life for her to have her parents."

John stared at him carefully, trying to read his intentions. He sighed and walked over to Cody, pulling him away from Will. "I'm gonna risk it. I can't just sit here. I have to take the chance. I'm leaving word with the guards. No one leaves, no one comes in. If the girls wake up, tell Sam what's going on but remain calm around Al, please."

Cody nodded, his eyes moist. "Johnny, please be careful. I'm still not sure if Ted is..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice out loud his doubt over Ted's words.

John sighed and hugged Cody tightly. "He is not to leave, Cody. Ted stays here until you hear back from me or...either way, this ends tonight."

"I want both of you to come home, John. Please, promise me."

John nodded. "I promise I'll try everything I can. I won't give up, Cody." He pulled away and walked to the hall closet, reaching up to the top shelf and pulling down the lock box the men kept up there. John quickly opened it and pulled out his gun and extra ammo. He slid it into his back pocket, sending Will an apologetic smile when he noticed the shocked expression on the younger man's face.

"Sorry about this, Will."

Will shook his head, a small smile on his face. "It's OK. I guess I'll get used to that at one point."

John sighed and opened the front door, stepping out into the cold night air. One of the guards immediately followed him but John sent him away with strict instructions on guarding the house and its occupants. He had to do this and he had to do it alone.

Randy walked around Nathan, careful not to come into contact with the man. The thought of his skin touching Nathan made him feel nauseous. He had to no doubt that was what the man wanted, though. He knew Nathan wanted to touch him and do the vilest things he could think of. He had to find a way to stall. Despite John's anger, he knew the older man wouldn't just stand by and let him get hurt. Once Cody arrived, they would put their heads together and figure something out. It was just a matter of waiting now. He had to stall.

"Penny for your thoughts, gorgeous,"

Randy practically jumped out of his skin. Nathan had pressed himself up to the younger man, his lips ghosting over Randy's ear. "Get the fuck away from me."

Nathan smiled as Randy quickly walked away, his eyes scanning the desolate apartment. "Aww, come on, baby bro. Can you blame me for wanting to be near you? How many years has it been? Don't deny me."

Randy rolled his eyes. "You're so fucking disgusting. Only a sick fuck has a boner for his brother."

Nathan shrugged, locking the door securely behind him. "Well, then call me a sick fuck."

He turned and walked over to where Randy stood in a defensive stand. A slow smile worked its way on his face as he let his eyes roam over his younger brother's body. There was no question to anyone who saw Randy Orton on television that he was a handsome man. Seeing him in person, however, was even more fascinating. His tall, muscular body was even more pronounced and the desire to rub your hands over his smooth, tan skin was hard to resist. The icing on the cake was the intense, bright blue eyes that now glared at Nathan. They were his most fascinating feature, causing people who dared meet the gaze to become lost inside it.

"It's amazing to me, Randy. So many years, so many people I've fucked; both men and women and it all comes back to you. I've compared them all to you. I've come to the conclusion that you were my best ever. No one can top you, gorgeous."

Randy stared at him in disbelief, his eyes narrowed. "You make that sound like I was a willing participant and we had an actual relationship together. I never have or will want you, Nathan."

Nathan waved his hand dismissively. "That's neither here nor there. The point is I have to have you again and you have no say in the matter. I know the lovely little family you've made for yourself. I also know that you want no harm to come to any of them." He pulled a pictured from his back pocket and smiled down at it, tracing the image with his fingertip. "Look at how beautiful you all look. One big, happy family."

Nathan let the picture fall to the ground as he rolled his eyes. Randy's eyes drifted downward to the photo on the ground and he frowned when he realized it was the one that had been stolen from Alanna's bedroom. The image was instantly blocked when Nathan took a step forward and covered it with his foot. Randy clenched his teeth but remained silent. His eyes drifted to the small revolver that lay on the side table but Nathan quickly moved forward, picked it up and slid it in his back pocket.

"Seems like you're gonna need a little foreplay to get you warmed up. Come, let's sit down."

He stretched his hand out towards Randy, who looked at it with a smirk. Nathan laughed and pointed at the sofa. He walked over to it and sat down, patting the space beside him. Randy sighed and reluctantly walked over, sitting as far as he could from the other man.

"Nathan, just stop this shit. What do you want? Just do it so we can get this over with. I want you gone forever. What's it gonna take to make that happen?"

Nathan shrugged and reached over to pat Randy's thigh, pulling his hand away when the younger man flinched. "We'll talk about that later. Tell me first, how's Mom and Dad?"

Randy watched Nathan carefully. There was no doubt the man was out of his mind. He sat there, making pleasantries with Randy as if they were just having a friendly conversation between brothers.

"They're fine,"

Nathan smiled. "And Becky? How's she doing?"

Randy cleared his throat. "She's doing great. The question is what the fuck are you doing?"

Nathan's eyes widened. "I'm asking about my family! Am I not allowed to do that?"

"No, you're not! You have no family," Randy met Nathan's surprised gaze head on. "You lost the right to mention them a long time ago."

Nathan sighed. "Fine, so they're out of the question. Can we talk about you and John? Tell me, what do you see in that moron?"

A muscle jumped in Randy's jaw at the mention of John's name. "Don't go there,"

Nathan laughed. "No, I don't mean it in a bad way. I'm serious, Randy. What do you see in him? I guess he's handsome and his body is spectacular but he's kind of cheesy and annoying. He always seems so damn happy and kind of a know it all..."

"Enough! I refuse to talk to you about John. He's none of your concern!" Randy stood and walked away from the sofa, beginning to pace the floor anxiously.

"I'm sorry, baby bro. I just wanted to know all about the man my gorgeous brother is going to spend the rest of his life with." Nathan stood and walked over to Randy, placing a hand on his arm. "He's a very lucky man. Millions of people would love to be in his shoes."

Randy grimaced in disgust. "Nathan, just tell me what you want, please."

Nathan turned Randy's body over, their eyes meeting. He smiled slowly and moved the hand from Randy's arm down to his hip, letting it linger there. "I want what you have with John. I know he's on top of you every night. I can practically hear you screaming and begging him or making those delicious little moans you make. Why should he be the only privileged one?"

"Because he doesn't make me want to rip my skin off after he touches it." Randy closed his eyes in disgust as Nathan stroked the skin on his waist under his shirt.

"Time has changed, Ran. I've grown up; you've grown up. I think we've both learned a lot that could make this very pleasurable for us. Why don't you stop fighting it, baby? Just let me make you feel good." Nathan's lips curled into a seductive smile and he pulled Randy's groin into his. "I can make you feel better than John ever could, baby."

Randy's heart began to pound as Nathan's erection pressed into him. "All you make me feel is disgust, Nathan. You could never compare to John. You're not even worthy to say his name."

Nathan laughed, shrugging slightly. "Fine. I won't say his name. I'll just take his man and make him mine."

Randy's eyes widened as he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall. The speed and shock of the attack caught him so much by surprise, he didn't have time to cry out or defend himself. Nathan covered Randy's lips with his own, thrusting a tongue past the younger man's teeth as his knee pushed between his muscular thighs. He kept Randy's hands pinned to his sides as he plundered the unwilling mouth.

For a second or two Randy remained pliant in his brother's hold, falling into their childhood routine, until, to Nathan's surprise, he began to fight to free himself. The kiss was broken as he angrily pushed Nathan backwards.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!" Randy growled menacingly. He was vibrating with barely controlled fury. "You don't get to touch me and think I won't defend myself. I'm not a kid anymore."

Nathan shook his head. "No, you're not a kid anymore but you do have one. A beautiful little girl. One that I could so easily get to." He laughed and threw his body on the sofa once more. "Randy, you seem to think you have a choice in anything that happens to you today. Let's lay all the cards on the table and stop the games. You will not leave this home without giving me what I want because I can easily take out everyone you love. I will leave you with no friends, no sister, no daughter, no John and no parents. As you pointed out earlier, I no longer have a family. That makes it very easy for me to put a bullet in all their heads."

Randy's heartbeat pounded in his ears and even the simple act of breathing became difficult. "Why should I believe you? I'm just supposed to take your word for it."

Nathan shrugged. "It's up to you, Randy. You can risk walking out of that door but what would you be going home to? Absolutely nothing. I will leave you with nothing." He stood and walked slowly over to Randy. "I'm good at what I do, Randy. I cover all my bases. I have eyes on everyone and everything because I know what you're capable of, too."

Randy's gaze hardened and he glared at Nathan. "Then why don't you think I have all my bases covered, too?"

"Because you let emotions get in the way. You got soft and made the mistake of building relationships. That makes it all the harder." Nathan shrugged as he walked past Randy into the kitchen. He poured himself a drink and took a long swallow. "You made it too easy for someone who wants to get under your skin. I mean, look at how you react when I just happen to mention your beloved John's name. Not to mention how you reacted with Cody's beloved Marshall. The end that poor boy met was just terrible, gorgeous."

Randy frowned, ignoring Nathan's offer of a drink. "What the hell are you talking about now?" He scoffed, a small smile on his face. "Why am I surprised? Of course one rapist would sympathize with another rapist."

Nathan smiled, amused by Randy's words. "Oh, that's right. You don't know the truth about that..."

"What truth?" Randy's frown deepened and he found himself following Nathan back into the kitchen.

"Marshall didn't rape Cody. That dumbass loved that kid. He would never have hurt him." Nathan rinsed out his glass and set it on the counter.

"Yes, he did. Cody wouldn't lie to me about something like that..." Randy trailed off, shaking his head furiously.

"Oh, Cody didn't lie to you. He really did think Marshall raped him. What he didn't know was that Ted and I kinda blackmailed Marshall into doing it." Nathan laughed and leaned on the counter. "We told him we would do it to his little sister if he didn't do it to Cody. Took a lot but we convinced him to do it. Then you came along and...well, you know what you did to him, baby."

Randy's lips parted, a small gasp escaping them. "You're fucking lying."

Nathan smirked. "I am? Take a look in my eyes and tell me if I'm lying."

Randy's stomach began to churn and he slowly bent forward. He clutched at his stomach and tried to slow his breathing. "Oh my God. I can't believe this. I killed an innocent man? No, this can't be true...no,"

Nathan shrugged and brushed past him. "When you're done with your little attack of guilt, come join me on the sofa."

Randy remained bent over, the feeling of nausea stronger than ever. If there was any doubt in his mind of both Nathan's and Ted's mental state, it was gone now. They were both insane. There was no explanation for what they had done. Nathan meant nothing to him, though. It was Ted that kept right on surprising him. Just when he thought the man couldn't possibly betray him any further, he did. It was both heartbreaking and infuriating at the same time.

Randy slowly righted his tall frame and took a deep breath. He walked over to the sofa and looked down at his brother, who smiled up at him.

"So, what's your final decision, gorgeous? What are we gonna do?"

Randy swallowed, trying desperately to get the lump in his throat down. "If I do this, Nathan, what do I get in return?"

"A damn good lay, that's for sure. You just have to loosen up a little bit." Nathan laughed when Randy rolled his eyes. "Fine, you wanna get right down to business. If you let me have you, I will let you have your peace. No one will ever find out what I know about you and your beloved John and Cody. I will disappear off the face of the Earth and everyone you love will remain safe and sound."

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you won't come back in another couple of years and pull the same shit?" Randy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest.

"You don't know. You'll have to take my word on it. Right now I have all the ammo I need to destroy you and your friends thanks to Ted." Nathan smiled. "He told me everything you did and I will sing like a canary to anyone who will listen. I'll tell them everything Ted told me. I can just see the headlines when the news breaks: Four of the WWE's top superstars are murderers! I know you don't give two shits about Ted but you do about the other two. Now, stop wasting my time and make a fucking decision."

Randy remained silent, realizing he had no choice left. Time had run out and so had Nathan's patience. The men engaged in a staring contest for what felt like hours until Randy finally lowered his gaze.

"Fine. Just get this shit over with."

Nathan smiled and leaned back in his seat. "Start striping for me, gorgeous. Seeing you practically naked on TV has me longing for the 3D version."

Randy sighed, closing his eyes momentarily as he said a silent prayer. He took a step back and slowly pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and off his broad chest.

Nathan licked his lips and shook his head. "God...Randy, you are gorgeous. Looking that good should be a sin, baby."

"Funny you should mention my name and the word sin in the same breath." Randy rolled his eyes.

Nathan laughed and stood off the sofa, running his finger down Randy's chest as he moved behind him. Randy couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through his body at the feeling. He closed his eyes tightly as Nathan wrapped his arms around his chest from behind him. He held Randy tightly, waiting for the tension to flow out of his body and for him to surrender.

"Loosen up, Randy. This will feel a lot better if you just relax," he murmured in Randy's ear.

Randy groaned, knowing that there was no way he could relax or that it would feel anything but wrong. His tension only grew when Nathan's hand moved down to his jeans, brushing his cock through the fabric and his voice came out in a scared whimper.

"You know damn well there's no way I could relax. You know I don't want this,"

Nathan pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. "Give it time, baby. I'll help you relax. I'll make you feel good."

Randy couldn't answer. A tear slipped out of the tight confines of his shut eyes as Nathan's hand went under the waistband of his jeans and touched him. His trembling and shuddering intensified and even the simple act of breathing became difficult. Nathan smiled at his reaction and kissed the skin above Randy's tattoo once again.

"It's getting better, isn't it," he whispered in his ear. "Just let yourself feel good, baby. It's OK to enjoy this. I know you're still a bottom, gorgeous. I can make you feel better than John can."

Randy's eyes slowly opened as Nathan stroked him slowly. He turned Randy around and smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. Randy groaned as Nathan's tongue thrust into his mouth and sucked, the sensation making him feel like gagging. He pushed him away and wiped his mouth as Nathan laughed.

"Wipe all you want, Randy, but we're not even close to being done. Let's move this into the bedroom."

Randy felt his stomach churn as he looked down at Nathan's outstretched hand. The older man, his brother, glared at him, daring him to refuse. Randy slowly took Nathan's hand, following him into the sparsely furnished bedroom. Nathan closed the door behind them and pushed Randy further into the room until the back of his legs hit the bed.

"Lay down, baby. Get comfortable. We're gonna play for awhile. We have years to make up for."

Randy hesitated, his eyes darting around the room, a small part of him refusing to believe this was going to happen to him yet again. In an instant, Nathan shoved him down on the mattress and lowered his body on top, pinning him to the bed. Randy's breath was stolen by the weight of Nathan on top of his body. Every nerve in his body was screaming and his muscles were pulled tight with nerves.

"Nate, please don't,"

Nathan smiled and pressed a kiss to Randy's lips. The younger man wrinkled his forehead and turned away only to have his face harshly pulled back. "I know you like to play hard to get, baby. You've always been such a tease. Don't push me too far, though."

Randy let his breath out slowly, desperately trying to control his racing heart. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "Fine! Just get it the fuck over with, then. Just fucking do it!"

Nathan smiled, a small laugh escaping. "Since you're so anxious..." He lowered his body down, his hands running down Randy's chest to the waist of his unbuttoned jeans.

"Let's get these pants off, baby."

A loud click broke the silence in the room and Randy's eyes shot open. His eyes met a furious, seething John, standing behind a wide eyed Nathan, who now had a gun drawn to the back of his head. John's hand trembled with barely restrained fury and his words came out in a furious snarl.

"Let's not."