John was standing in an arena. It was back in the locker room area. There was sound of the fans in the distance, but oddly the normal bustle of backstage was unheard. He thought the stillness was almost eerie as the wrestler was used to hearing and seeing his co workers moving around preparing for the show. John walked around to look for Randy or Sheamus. "Ran? Sweets?"
As John turned a corner he saw the make-up girls slumped to the floor, brushes still in their hands. Paige and AJ were slumped forward in the chairs, their heads on the make-up tables in front of them. John cried out the women's names as he ran to look them over. His heart wanted to almost pound out of his chest as it became obvious the women were dead. He looked around as his body took on a fighting stance, fearing the murderer was still around.
After not seeing anyone John slowly moved on still with his arms raised ready to react. As he moved he found more and more of his colleagues either dead or if lucky knocked out. He tried to calm his racing heart. The bodies didn't show a struggle or injury, they just sort of fell where they stood. Something just felt off in the air like a dark energy had fallen like a blanket. Tears wanted to prick his eyes as he found friend after friend dead. He looked over each fallen body, praying Randy or Sheamus was not among them.
As John turned a corner he saw the familiar sighed of Sheamus' bright red hair turning down the next. "Sweets!" John yelled as he ran after him. He was so glad to know his boyfriend was around and just see another living person. As he turned the next corner he ran into two standing bodies, the blonde and black hair man from before in the Circle.
The blonde smiled with a smoke again between his teeth. "Think she would mind if we play for real this time?" He asked his partner.
John gave an intake of breath, trying not to show the fear he felt. "You killed all my friends! Where is Randy? I just saw Sweets!"
"Why you so sure it was us." The black haired man laughed. He then gave a cold smile. "As for your Sweets...You sent him to us...don't you remember?"
John's face paled in shock as he slowly took in the words. "N-No! That wasn't me! You were inside my head!" He tried to look past them in near panic. "Where is he? I need to see him!"
The blonde laughed before blowing smoke toward John. "He's off on a hunt for...what's his name? Oh yeah your Daddy." Both men laughed.
John pictured Randy laying lifeless along with the rest of his co workers. "No!" He screamed, trying to push his way past them. They oddly didn't give much of a fight, letting John pass but their laughs seems to want to echo in his ears.
John ran down the hallway looking in each room as he passed them for any sign of his Master. "Sweets!" He yelled, hoping for a response or to maybe run into Randy first. His foot kicked something as he ran. Stopping to look it was Randy's daily collar. Nearby was the locking pin to it, tossed aside resting by the wall. John bent to pick up the collar, wanting to throw up as he put it into his pocket. "Daddy!" He screamed, not caring who may hear as he hurried to look faster. "SWEETS!"
As John headed down a hall he heard a pained scream, too hard to pinpoint at first. "Shea...Pl…" The word was finished by another scream. John picked up speed to run in direction of the scream. Yes, he loved his Master but at that moment his mind was on stopping him. The cry sounded painfully like Randy and it made him sick. His feet led him to a conference room that the door was cracked open. The lights were off inside, but in the quiet of the back area he could make out familiar grunts.
John quickly made his way in the darkness toward the sound, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light. "Daddy? Sweets?"
"Ba-Baby Run!"Randy could be heard. The shapes of two bodies could be seen. A moan came from his lips and it was hard to tell if from pain or pleasure.
John got closer to the bodies, ignoring Randy's words as all he could think of was helping the two men he loved. "What's going on here? I found your collar, Daddy. All the dead bodies."
"Run!" Randy yelled again before he grunted, his voice was sounding weak. Moving closer to could now see Randy was being fucked over the table by Sheamus. Well, he could only assume it was as the man made no acknowledgement to him yet.
Even though watching his Master fuck Randy usually heated his blood something seemed so wrong this time. "Stop, Master!" John yelled, moving to try to pull the Irishman off Randy. "You're hurting your Viper!"
The larger man didn't seem to budge, staying in place except the actions he decided. John used all his strength as he grasped Sheamus' arm to pull him off. "You okay, Daddy? You hurt?" Sheamus dropped to the floor as John checked Randy, the younger man almost falling into his arms. Blood could be smelled in the air.
"Ru...Run." Randy urged, feeling weak.
"Stop telling me to run. I'm not leaving either of you." John supported Randy as he fell. "Did Master hurt all our friends?"
"Th-think so." Randy's body shook feeling like he was slipping into shock. Sheamus was already beginning to stand again.
John was torn between wanting to get help for Randy and not wanting to leave Sheamus with the two Circle members. He laid Randy on the table before spinning to face his Master. "Sweets? What's wrong with you? How could you do this? What did you do to Daddy?"
What little light came in the room from the hallway cast dark shadows on the large man's face, and a darker cast to his eyes. "Jo-Johnny...it...it's not him anymore...not like we loved anyway."
John kept eye contact with Sheamus as he neared him. "Master...My Sweets...I know you're in there somewhere. This isn't you. It's John...your Angel and I love you."
"Ya be wishing thee same treatment?" A dark smile crossed his lips. "Dahlia did nay like thee Rose taking her puppet." He leaned closer. "Could have been so much fun."
John's breath hitched at the way Sheamus was looking at him. "Puppet? That's all I am to you? I know you love me, Sweets. Aren't I your Angel?"
Sheamus gave a faint scoff at the word love. "As said...can't fight fate." He extended a hand. "Join my side...or fall."
John shook his head no. "I love you, Sweets. I would do almost anything for you but not this. I won't hurt others or sit by and watch you do it. I'll break you from their hold somehow." He turned to check on Randy.
"Remember I had to join willingly...Angel." John was grabbed from behind pulled away from the table. "Guess I get one last time for thee road." He almost snarled in John's ear.
John felt his heart break. He liked it when his Master was rough, thrived on it at times but knowing the love they shared was but a shell pained him. "I'm sorry I didn't shield you, Master. I was your Angel...but I pushed you to them. Use me how ever you wish." He looked at Randy. "Just don't hurt your Viper any more...he looks so weak."
"He is practically a lost cause." Sheamus sneered as he turned, pushing John toward the wall. "So ye giving in willingly now my pet. Wish me to make ya squeal like a piggy?"
"No! I'm not joining you!" John protested as he was shoved. "Just I won't stop you this last time. What do you mean lost cause? He'll be okay right?" The piggy comment reminded John of the time in his pool room.
Sheamus laughed as he went to pull down John's shorts. "Who knows...maybe ya pulled me off in time." He swatted John's ass hard.
John jumped from the swat, caught off guard as his mind was on Randy. "Master how can you be so uncaring? This is your pet Viper...your love."
"Remember...he cast that love aside." Sheamus sneered. His hands gripped John shirt, With inhuman strength he tore the fabric.
John gasped in surprise at the sheer strength of the man. He looked down to realize oddly he was still wearing his paracord collar, his mind refusing to imagine him without it. "But you love...loved Randy. And what of me? Use me but please d-don't drain me...I need to be strong to look after him."
A cold laugh came from the Irishman. "Maybe this way I can find ya over and over again." One hand grabbed the back of John's neck, pushing to pin his against the wall. The other parted his ass allowing Sheamus to enter him fully dry. The larger man grunted from the pain, giving a pant.
John's face scrunched in pain as the thick member was shoved past his tight walls with nothing to make the entry smooth, a small cry leaving his lips. Now he understood why his Daddy had been screaming. The pain was burning and immediate. The older man liked it rough but normally lube was used even if there was no preparation.
"Come now, Angel, Ye love thee pain." Sheamus' voice sneered by his ear. He pulled back only to drill back in with a grunt. "Ye love to embrace that pain." He gave a silent dark laugh as he did it again.
John felt his eyes water as he felt his ass ripping from the harsh treatment. This was not some role play fun. His normally gentle Master honestly did not care if he hurt him or not. That attitude from his Sweets was what wounded John most. "Y-Yes, Master." He gritted his teeth.
Sheamus almost moaned as the pain was like a blissful sensation to him. The rough treatment went on for a while when three loud bangs filled the air. A pained grunt left the large man's lips before John felt him pull away from him. John almost collapsed against the wall, warm blood trickling from his abused ass as his heart hurt more than his body, his own cock still limp from lack of arousal as he tried to figure out what had happened.
A hand lightly touched John's shoulder. It shook faintly. A deep familiar baritone whispered near his ear. "Baby...Wake up."
x.x.x
John was jarred awake, his heart pounding, not even realizing he was crying, tears running down his cheeks to wet the pillow. "W-What?" Randy was laying on the bed next to him, his eyes still fully closed. John's body shook as his mind tried to process what was dream and reality. He knew he had heard Randy tell him to wake up. "D-Daddy?"
Randy gave a tired groan, slowly opening his eyes. The TV still played in the background. "God." He sighed. "Glad that's over."
John wiped the tears from his eyes. "You had a bad dream too? Mine was terrible."
"Um...I tried something, Baby." Randy yawned. "I was...um...I was there."
"What? You mean that was really you in my dream?" John did a double take. "But how?"
"Not sure at what point it became me...but yeah. You were sleeping, but became fitful. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't. I am not fully sure how I did it, just focused on you as I tried to fall asleep next to you. Talk about a fucking shock." Randy stifled another yawn.
"So it was you when Sweets was fucking you on the table and you kept yelling at me to run?" John clarified. "God, you looked so weak."
"Ho-honestly, Babe I still...feel like it a little. I...I think I popped in right as he wa ripping the collar off me."
"Why did he do that? I found it in the hallway." John said, having to know. "Did you go with him willingly or did he force you? I didn't see what happened until I found you both fucking."
"I don't know...it wasn't willing. It was like the mark offended him."
"I'm sorry you had to live that, Daddy. I let him use me but it h-hurt." John took a shuddering breath. "Wait...if it was you and me in the dream what if it was Master too? I ran into the two guys from the Circle."
"I don't think it was him...them I don't know. For all we know...Baby..." Randy paused, holding his head. "Give me a moment to try to gather...um gather my thoughts." John quieted a moment, wondering what the three bangs at the end of his dream had been.
"For all we know your dream may have been a...um...illusion of that woman...if your shield wasn't as strong when you sleep. I don't know, Baby...bu-but I am pretty sure it wasn't really him in it."
"God, I hope not...I heard three bangs...did you see what caused them?" John asked.
"Gunshots." Randy replied simply as he slowly moved to sit up. He fought the feeling of wanting to fall back down.
"Who had a gun? Did you see who got shot?" John did not know why but the dream seemed very important to him.
"Um...I found one on a kn-knocked out guard. As for who...um...him." Randy admitted.
John looked at Randy in horror. "Why would you shoot Sweets? I was trying to help him. What if it means something?" His chest heaved slightly. "You don't shoot your Master!"
"That thing was not our Master...even IF it was him in the dream, he wasn't our Master anymore. I stopped one monster before I was not going to let another destroy us. How were you helping?" Randy asked the last line confused.
"I was going to try to win him back. He still loved me deep inside...I know it." John was so upset he shifted to sit up. "I have to go find him. I have to!"
"Calm down. You're not going anywhere." Randy told him." Randy took a deep breath. "What if I can confirm he is okay?"
"Why can't I see him...touch him?" John asked. "I've got my mind back now with the tea. I miss him."
"I don't know, Baby...you may be back in control...but it still may be there. That dream shows that."
John sighed, some of the fight leaving him as he lowered his eyes. "Fine...I know you're right...I just want to feel him hold me..see he isn't the cold Master in my dream."
"Let me make a phone call, Baby...see what I can do."
John nodded. "Okay." He laid back down, trying to get comfortable.
Randy slowly got up. He stumbled a little as he headed for his pants to retrieve his phone. "Fuck...be right back." He headed for the living room.
John closed his eyes, trying to focus all his energy on communicating with Sheamus. *Master? Can you hear me?* He felt saddened when he heard no reply after a few long minutes.
Randy returned after a few minutes. "I was told to tell you that maybe you will get a surprise in the morning."
Hope filled John's blue eyes as he looked at Randy. "Really? I look forward to it."
"Yep...now I am sure you are too scared to go back to sleep right now. So what do you want to do?"
"I don't know." John chuckled weakly. "Not really too many options right now."
"Sorry, Baby...not sure. Honestly I feel tapped." Randy said.
"Get some rest. You look exhausted." John tried to smile. "Thanks for trying to help me out of my dream. Although you could have told me to wake up earlier."
"It became so real feeling so fast...I...I lost track myself." Randy sadly admitted. "Th-that's why I think they had a hand behind it and not just your fears, Baby."
John shuddered as he remembered the details of his nightmare. "Just seeing Sweets that way...so cold and unloving...not a care for our wellbeing...it was hard to think that was him."
"Because it wasn't." Randy stated. "I hope I made some sort of...dent in them."
"Hopefully." John said. "Get some rest, Daddy. I'll be fine."
"Okay, Baby...love you...night." Randy moved to lay back down.
"Love you too, Daddy. Night." John tried to relax and lay quietly so the younger man could sleep. Randy's body felt so drained, luckily not sore he quickly fell into a deep slumber. John sat in the room for what seemed like hours as his heart almost hurt thinking of how much he loved Sheamus and was concerned for him. Unlike Randy, if the dream had been real John could not ever shoot Sheamus monster or not. He eventually fell into a deep sleep himself, no dreams to haunt him this time.
John was woke up by the smell of ham filling the air. He wiped his eyes, looking around the room. His stomach growled at the smell of food. Randy still appeared dead to the world next to him. The morning light exposed Randy's poor condition that was hidden by the dark before.
"My poor Daddy." John mumbled. He wanted to let the younger man sleep but he need his help to dress in case someone was in the other room with the food. Reluctantly he shifted to shake Randy. "Daddy?"
Randy grumbled as he shifted. "Wh-what is it, Baby?"
"Sorry to bother you but I smell food." John told him. "I need to piss and eat but I'm afraid someone is still here. Will you help me dress?"
"Oh...yeah...so-sorry." Randy slowly moved. Bags were present under his eyes. He moved to find John's briefs first.
"You look like hell, Daddy. Go to bed after helping me dress." John told him. "Damn, what if I hadn't pulled Master off you? You could have died."
"Re-remember it wasn't him." Randy protested as he helped shift John into his briefs then look for the shorts.
"I know but Dahlia still drained you just like the dream." John sighed. "I feel like an invalid being dressed...or a damn baby."
"You are injured, Baby. It happens." Randy admitted. He went to remove the brace to carefully work them on before putting the brace back on. "Okay, Baby...you can moved to get them rest of the way and closed. Yes her...not your Master."
"Thank you." John moved to secure his shorts. He then sat up and took his crutches that were by the bed. "I'm going to the bathroom then eat something. You eating now or later?"
"Well...if fresh...you would think now...right?"
"Up to you. You could eat and sleep after breakfast." John stood carefully and hobbled his way to the bathroom.
The smell of food was stronger when he entered the main room. "I twas beginning to think I would need to come in after ye two." A familiar voice came from the kitchen.
John's face lit up at the voice, a dimpled grin breaking out. "Sweets!" He hurried on the crutches toward the kitchen.
"Watch ye pace, Angel." Sheamus stated.
"Yes, Master." John slowed until he finally made his way to the Irishman's side. His blue eyes conveyed a whirlwind of emotions. "I guess they told you the tea helped...so strange not being able to communicate with you."
"Maybe short term...also still partly their lingering hold on ya." Sheamus admitted. "I heard ye had a bad spell last eve. I was...occupied."
"I had a terrible nightmare...I think it was because of the Circle. Randy fell asleep and ended up in it along with me." John looked at the younger man. "I just wanted to be sure you still love me...and are okay."
Sheamus nodded before moving to start working on some eggs. "Aye, I love ya both, Angel. I just need solitude right now. I need my focus for a battle ahead."
John felt a little saddened his Master had not hurried to hold or kiss him. He had missed the man so much but knew he had so much on his mind right now. "I understand, Master. I'm sorry I bothered you...I just feared it was actually you in my dream like it was Randy. The last I saw you was when you left my hospital room."
"I know, Angel...hopefully it be over soon and we can finally have peace." There was a hint of worry to his voice.
John nodded. "I hope so. Daddy is so drained he almost couldn't get up. The dream took a lot out of him."
"Damn." Sheamus stated. Even with the blocks there was a sense of worry and indecision.
"I know you have a lot on your mind." John told him softly. "We're here for you." He shifted. "I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back."
"Okay, Angel." Sheamus shut off the eggs before heading into the bedroom. Randy was laying back on the bed.
"Baby, go eat." Randy said, hearing him.
"Wrong person."
"Oh...sorry, Sir."
"I should be thee one sorry." Sheamus walked closer to the bed, taking in Randy's full appearance.
John made his way to the bathroom where he relieved himself and washed his face. Sheamus set next to Randy on the bed. "Don't, Sir."
"I can't leave ya like it."
"We know you are their ultimate target, Sir. You need your strength. I'll be fine with rest."
"Ya sounding like me, Viper." Randy gave a weak laugh.
John finished in the bathroom and made his way to the bedroom, figuring the two men were together. "Ye Daddy is being stubborn." Sheamus stated, hearing John's crutches.
"Just looking out for you, Sir...in a way for all of us."
John had a guess what the conversation was about. "He's right, Sweets. We don't need you weakened. Daddy and I will deal. You should have never helped me in the hospital."
Sheamus looked over at John. "Honestly, Angel...I...I was near giving up. I wished to help one last time."
"That's not an option." John said firmly. "We saw how it would be if you gave in...it wasn't pretty."
"That was the view they wanted ya to see." Sheamus tried to tell them. "I can nay promise there is a bright rainbow in the future."
John felt almost sick at how his Sweets was behaving. First no hug or kiss of any kind then the negative comments. It was almost as if the Irishman was pulling away from him in case things didn't work out. "Can we eat?" He asked softly. "My stomach was growling."
"Aye." Sheamus got back up. "Sit with ya, Daddy. "I'll finish and bring two plates in."
John moved to sit on the bed, sitting the crutches aside. "Thank you, Sweets." Why did it feel all business with his love now? Like they were simply Master and submissive instead of lovers.