Roman headed for the front desk to get the room keys and officially check in. Randy tried not to feel useless as he stood off to the side. He couldn't help feeling on edge and on guard with all the people around. John and the bellhop returned to the car for the rest of the luggage. They then met up with Randy and Roman in the hotel lobby. "Okay, all set." Roman told them before they headed for the elevators. He had to swipe a key through a reader before the elevator would start for the higher floors. The elevator was clear allowing the men to see into the atrium below as they moved.

John felt better being away from the hospital and some place they could talk. The elevator stopped and they all walked to their suite. Roman swiped the key, pushing the door open to a lush suite. "You can set them down anywhere for now." He told the bellhop. The hop rolled the cart in and unloaded the bags against one of the walls of the living room area. The place almost looked like a high end luxury apartment.

John thanked the bellhop and tipped him, looking around in appreciation after he left. "Damn...what an upgrade."

"Well, I am sure when you guys have time to plan you prefer places like this." Roman told him. Randy moved more into the room looking around. "So we have the options of room service or cooking for ourselves, just need to get the food."

"Either is fine by me." John admitted as he kicked off his shoes. He wanted to hug Randy now that they were alone but he didn't dare. As much as it may hurt he would let his daddy make the first moves.

Roman moved to check out the kitchen more. "Well, we can stay checked in here untill you guys decide to head out. So we can do room service today and place an order in for food. There is a sheet for a grocery list." He turned looking at Randy. "Please...try to relax we will try to explain soon. You're safe. You saw the security this place has."

Randy nodded, moving to his one bag. "Think I...need a shower."

"Understandable. If you...oh yeah, can't exactly call for help. We can check on you in a bit." Roman told him. Randy nodded, pulling out his grooming bag and fresh clothing. John looked at Randy then moved to sit on one of the beds, clicking on the TV for a distraction.

"I'll let Roman check on you...so if someone enters don't worry." He tried to assure Randy. Randy nodded. He hated being like a scared child, more so scared of the man he trusted and loved for years. He made his way into the bathroom, taken back by the sheer size of it. There was a free standing shower and a large soaking tub. He tried to debate which he would prefer. While he sore body would love the tub, for now he just wished to free his body of the filth he felt coating him. So he stripped down before he headed for the shower.

John surfed TV channels until he come across sports news. He leaned back on the bed and just tried to relax. Roman walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed by John. "I know it's hard. Sadly once I tell Randy everything, it may get harder for him." He turned his head looking toward the bathroom. "I should of ripped that scum apart when I had the chance." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He lowered his head. "Sorry."

"Don't be. If I ever see him again the only thing keeping him alive would be my fear of prison." John said in a low voice. "To think that after we let him basically do anything his heart desired only for this to be his thanks. In a few minutes he destroyed trust that Randy and I had taken years to build."

"The thing is after I tell Randy what Dean is capable of...he will question who can he trust."

John's head lowered with a sigh. "It's like a nightmare...and it's something I have no control of. I know how real Randy seemed that night at Seth's...I don't blame him for being jumpy."

"Yes, Dean is very convincing when he sets his mind to something. I had been trying to stop him at times by thinking I have hold of those things he uses...yet somehow he always gets more."

"It's some kind of drug?" John asked. "I was just sound asleep then I heard Randy's voice, telling me how good I had done during the playing."

"Well more like a powdered herb. A rare spore that is gathered in a fine grayish powder."

"Oh." John just tried to take it all in. "This is all so fucking crazy."

"Trust me I know...Seth knows of none of this. Many would think it a tall tale or crazy talk."

"I would if I hadn't lived it." John admitted. "But Ran has always been a logical guy and to see the fear in his eyes I know he saw me...v-violate him."

"Exactly, not many believe or want to believe that some people can do such things. Sadly Dean almost lives off pain. He craves it." Roman looked back toward the bathroom, debating checking on Randy. A sadness brushed across Roman's normally strong looking eyes.

John noticed the look on Roman's face and for once did not feel jealous. If the Samoan had wanted to break him and Randy up he easily could have. "You can go to him if you want." The older man said softly. "I'm sure he would like the support."

"He needs some time with his own thoughts." Roman told him. "Since this has happened Randy has had someone looming over him every second. There is just sadly a lot of pain physical and mental." Roman actually sighed, shaking his head. "I...I think I know when the attack happened."

"You do?" John was grateful Roman was so in tune with Randy's feelings at the moment. "While we were all cooking dinner right? Seth said Dean disappeared."

Roman nodded. "Wish I had realized it sooner. Remember when I came in from cooking? I wasn't looking so great?"

"Yeah, Seth asked if you were sick." John said, remembering.

"Yeah...I think I was feeling Randy's distress. I didn't realize it at the time. I am not sure, but I think because of our...intimate contact I can read him more than others."

"Damn, that is a connection." John agreed, hardly able to believe it. "So sad we all just sat downstairs not knowing the shit Dean was pulling with my daddy."

"Yeah." Roman answered in a low rumble as he stood up. "Something in my gut and I ignored it."

John nodded, giving a sigh. "Well, we didn't know. From now on we will watch any bad feelings you may get more closely. Don't you blame yourself either."

"Yeah."

Randy finally emerged from the bathroom. He was already, dressed looking around. "John, how about you got down to where we got off the elevator? I think I saw machines for drinks. Randy could use some juice to take his medication with." Roman told the older man.

John stood, turning off the TV and sliding on his shoes. "Sure thing. Be right back." He headed out the door without asking Randy what he wanted, knowing his boyfriend liked apple juice.

Randy moved sitting on the couch, lowering his head. "Will it get be-better?"

Roman walked over, crouching so he could face him. "Only you can determine that in time. We are both gonna be by you how ever we can."

"Both? But..."

"I'll try to explain when John gets back." Randy sighed, slowly nodding. "I am guessing the steam helped your throat a little."

"Ve-very li-little."

"Better then nothing."

John walked back in a few moments later with a small plastic bottle of apple juice. He neared the sitting Randy, handing it to him. "Here, Daddy."

"Thanks, Jo-Johnny." Randy took it, opening it.

"If you want to take the one chair, John?" Roman stated, standing up. "I haven't started yet."

John sat in the chair."Thanks for waiting on me."

"Of course." Roman moved to sit in the other chair. "Okay...Randy. Why did you think it was John at the house...yet you told the police and hospital staff you didn't know who it was?"

Randy lowered his head thinking. "So-something in me...questioned. Cou-couldn't bl-blame him if I ha-had doubt." John just listened to the two men. He knew Roman's logical approach would reach Randy if anything would.

"Do you remember what caused that doubt?" Roman asked.

Randy huffed a faint sigh. "Wh-when I first saw him...so-someth-thing wasn't right. Li-like I was lo-looking through a distorted window. Pl-plus John ne-never acted that way before. I've done many st-stupid things over the years that he could have po-pounded me for, but never did."

"And I never would." John said quietly. "I would never hurt you."

"I...I want to fu-fully be-believe you, Jo-Johnny. Ju-just seems so...real."

Roman gave a faint sigh. "Because to you it was made to seem that way. Remember the night we talked about your...abilities? I mentioned about mine. There was someone else also...gifted. The deception you were shown is something they would have been capable of."

"Dean?" Randy questioned. "Yo-you think he did this?"

"I do." Roman admitted. "It was not my place to tell you about him. What he can do...his true background."

Randy lowered his head, setting the bottle down he massaged his temples.

"Remember the night you were outside with Roman at Seth's and I was resting?" John asked Randy. "Well, I heard your voice talking to me, stroking my hair as you laid beside me. You were asking me things like if I would like you as my full time Dom, to be like Bethany. It seemed so real...yet Roman told me when he brought you back to the bed Dean was the one with me."

"I..ca-can't be-believe this." Randy whispered. "Be-being a jerk is one thing...but...this?"

"I'm sorry, Randy. It is the only explanation we have."

"I know...I can't believe he stooped so low when we did nothing to him." John agreed. "But Seth said he couldn't find Dean while we were cooking. He is the only option."

Randy could only nod, his head spinning. "Why don't you take your medications and then get your rest for a bit before we order up some food?" Roman asked.

"So-sounds good." Roman got up to retrieve the bag that had three types of medication giving Randy one of each. "Th-thanks." He got up looking around seeing the one bed. "All th-three on-one bed?"

"The couch opens up to a queen." Roman told him. "Take the bed." Randy nodded heading over to it and climbing in. John watched, feeling unsure and awkward around his boyfriend for the first time. He stayed in the chair, not knowing if he was wanted with Randy or Roman. "Just give it time...he will open." Roman told John.

John nodded, feeling drained emotionally and tired. "Yeah." His voice cracked slightly as he kicked off his shoes again and got comfortable in the chair, closing his eyes.

"Why don't you stretch on the couch if you want to rest for a bit. I am sure it have been draining on you as well." Roman offered.

John opened his eyes and slowly stood. "What are you going to do?"

"Either relax a bit myself...check on Seth maybe...who knows maybe grab a shower myself." Roman gave a faint laugh. "I would say maybe check out the game floor...but I think better stay nearby for now."

"Okay." John felt embarrassed that they had to be watched like children. He worked on pulling out the couch to convert it into a bed. Once it was done he laid down and closed his eyes, curling on his side as he often did. Roman felt no words to make John feel better at that moment. He got up heading into the bathroom to strip down for a good shower. He took his time, washing thoroughly Stepping out he wrapped one small towel around his head as he dried with a larger one before wrapping it around his waist. By the time Roman was through with his shower John had managed to drift off into sleep, his body still curled into an almost fetal position. Roman remembered his phone was in his pants so he went back to the bathroom to get it before sitting down figuring he could dress later.

He sent Seth a message. #How things hanging there?#

Seth sent back a message almost at once. #Damn confused. Still no sign of Dean and we work tomorrow.#

#You try his phone yet?# Roman really hated lying to Seth, but what choice was there?

#Yeah like ten times with no answer. If he had not gone with a detective I'd swear he was abducted.# Seth replied back.

#Try HQ, maybe they heard something from him? Luckily the shows rest of this week are 'local'#

#Yeah I'll try to find out and let you know. How are Randy and John?# Seth was worried about his two friends.

#Could be better, could be worse. One reason I am glad the shows are nearby so I can return here after them.#

#Ok. Keep me posted.# Seth sent.

#Let me know the news from HQ.# Roman was honestly surprised Randy had not received any phone calls yet about the attack. Unless Dean didn't call them or maybe didn't tell them what trouble he was in.

#Will do, Sir.# Seth ended the conversation and looked up the number for the company HQ.

Roman sat the phone down before he got up moving to his bags to figure out what to wear.

John was still drifting in and out of sleep, his mind and heart troubled but body exhausted. Tears wet his cheeks as even in sleep he felt helpless and worried. Roman just threw on a pair of shorts for now figuring he could dress more later if he went out. He looked between the two beds having debates with himself. Both men fighting the same battle.

John breathed deeply, resting even with the signs of distress on his face. Roman shook his head, knowing Dean would so be in his element right now. For now Randy rested even if it was a drug induced one. He moved to sit on the pull out next to John. He propped his back against the back of the couch careful not to tip it out of balance. He reached over, brushing his fingers along John's forehead and hair.

Even in his half asleep state, John responded to the touch, nuzzling against it. "Daddy?" He mumbled, his raspy voice questioning hopefully.

"Sorry, John. I didn't mean to wake you. Just relax." Roman told him in a low tone.

Fresh grief washed over John as his jaw trembled slightly. "Yes, Sir. Thank you." His voice broke as he whispered. "For the first time in years I feel alone."

"I am sure I am just a cheap stand in for now. You're not alone though." Roman almost said soothingly.

"No, Sir. I appreciate it. You don't know how much it means..." John's voice drifted as he slipped back into sleep.

"You're welcome." Roman whispered before he leaned his head back closing his eyes trying to calm his own mind. John rested much better with the Samoan close by, a faint smile on his face for the first time all day.

Randy slowly stirred, unsure how long he was out, but felt the need to use the restroom. His stomach was turning, sadly he knew it was a mix of medication and stress. He stopped briefly taking in the scene on the pull out. Sometime while John had rested his body shifted until his head was resting on Roman's lap. The larger man's hand was resting on John's head. He was not fully sure what to make of the scene before he continued on his way.

John slept on, not hearing Roman's phone going off as Seth texted him an urgent message. #Talked to HQ. Dean made one call for a lawyer. He is being held for the attack on Randy. I am in shock.# Roman thought he heard his phone but wasn't sure as he opened his eyes looking. He then looked down feeling the weight on his legs. He raised a brow seeing John there. He then looked over at the bed seeing Randy no where in sight. He sadly heard the sounds of Randy getting sick in the bathroom. He sighed before he lightly nudged John. The older man woke and saw how he was lying. "Sorry, Sir."

"It's okay...seems to be becoming habit." Roman tried to joke even if it came across faintly dry.

John realized how needy he must appear to Roman. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually this way."

"Relax." Roman slid off the pull out to go check on Randy who was just rinsing his mouth. "You do realize you don't need to take what is most likely making you sick."

"What?" Randy looked in the mirror, seeing Roman's reflection.

"No matter which case is correct you know you wouldn't have caught anything." Randy lowered his head. "So why bother taking the anti-viral?"

"I don't...know. Gu-guess precaution." John stood from the bed as well, making his way to the bathroom door but still giving Randy and Roman space. He felt like a stranger around the man he loved.

"Look..it's not needed...it will just continue to make you sick." Roman told him.

"You know the road...doctors will make sure I take them if they hear...it was prescribed. Shit for all I know they may pull..me from the road...until they know I have a clean...bill."

John noticed Roman's phone was flashing with a text notification as he stood. "Sir, you have a text." He told the Samoan outside the bathroom door.

Roman looked at him. "Thanks, John, it may be Seth." He glanced at Randy before walking away to check on it. "Yeah. Seems Dean called the office to see if they can find him a good lawyer." He opened a reply. #Gonna stay there or clean up and bug out?#

A reply came a few minutes later. #Bug out of this hell hole. No clue what we will do at work with Dean held.#

Roman looked around the room. "You guys okay if Seth crashed with us? He wants to clear out of that place."

"Yeah." Randy replied, stepping from the bath. "Two on the bed and two the pull out?"

John nodded, glad of the distraction. "Sure."

Roman sent a reply. #If you want pack up any food we still have and head for Luxor. Call when you get here and one of us will get you. We're on secure floor.#

Seth grinned and sent a quick reply. #Great! I'll pack up and be there soon!#

#See you then.# Roman put his phone in his pocket. "Okay, Seth going to lock the place up and bring any food with him we still had. No point it getting wasted."

John nodded. "Sounds good. I'm sure Seth wants out of there."

"Yeah I don't think any of us really liked it...well except Dean. We stayed there in the beginning because...well it was a free room. Then a mixture of habit and being nice." Roman commented.

John nodded again and moved to sit on the pullout. "Seth's a nice guy. I don't mind sharing a room with him."

"He is..just remember we need to watch our topic of conversation around him."

"Understood." Randy told them, moving to sit in a chair. "So...the police...arrested Dean?"

"Well they are holding him on suspicion of having a hand in your attack. I think they still need your clearance to press charges." Roman told him.

"They...al-already have it. I to-told them if they found the assailant that I wanted charges pressed."

"Okay...so it is a matter of how much he may fight it." Roman observed.

"You re-really think he will roll over and not fight?" Randy looked doubtful.

"No." Roman answered bluntly, looking down.

"Well, whether he fights it or not we need to make sure he doesn't get off." John spoke up almost bitterly. "He hurt the one person who means everything to me and made our lives hell."

Randy lowered his head more. "Stop it." Roman tried not to snap. "Stop beating yourself up."

Randy slowly lifted his head. "Jo-Johnny...you may need to lie. Problem is if it is a trial situation."

"Why would I lie?" John asked, looking confused at Randy.

"So-some how..." Randy gave a shaky breath. "He..." Randy cringed, feeling his stomach twisted unsure if it was nerves or the medication.

"Just take your time, Randy." Roman tried to encourage him.

"Yeah, take your time." John soothed his boyfriend.

Randy slowly nodded, taking a deep breath. "The do-doctor told me about the ex-extend of the assault. They of course asked me about my...ac-activities prior to the assault. During the night...wh-when they thought I was asleep I overheard a nurse talking about my...lab work. Your...um...DNA was found..." Randy lowered his head again, beginning to shiver faintly.

Roman couldn't help the faint growl from his lips. "That slime...we can easily explain it."

John looked in shock at Randy. "That's impossible! I wasn't around you...that way other than when I gave you a quick blowjob." Randy couldn't help tremble faintly.

"He is shocked Randy...he isn't mad at you." Roman told him. He looked between the two of them. "Dean very easily could have planted it."

"Okay...how?" Randy asked.

"When he cleaned up after the playtime earlier. He had easy access to John's...DNA."

John remembered all the cum he had left in the tube. "Son of a bitch." He groaned, closing his eyes. "I came three times for that prick."

"Yeah...I am sure even what may have...stuck he could have gathered enough." Roman told him.

John sighed deeply. "So what do I do lie about what we did sexually or tell them what Dean did? I hate lying."

Roman thought for a moment. "I guess you can still be honest. Of course doing so you will need to tell them about your involvement with Dean, to explain how he could have gotten a hold of it."

"Yeah." John suddenly felt ashamed of his loose sex for the first time ever. "God, I sound like such a slut."

"That is if it comes out." Roman told him.

"We...we all in the same...boat." Randy told him. "We play...as...a gr-group."

Randy made John feel a little better. "Thanks, Ran." At that moment Roman's phone went off.

"Okay either Seth...or Hunter." Roman stood up to pull his phone out, answering it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Roman. I hauled ass and I'm down here in the lobby." Seth called out cheerfully.

"John or I will be right down. See ya." Roman hung up. "Ok if couldn't guess, Seth. Should I grab him or do you want to, John?"

"I can." John answered, knowing Randy would rather be alone with Roman right now. He once again slipped on shoes before heading out the door to get his coworker.

"If all of us around you is too much Randy." Roman started.

"No...I feel more secure with you guys here."

"Okay then."

John didn't have to look far in the lobby to see Seth waiting. He waved at him and the two guys headed back to the room together. Roman got up when they entered. "See you confiscated the cooler. This place has it's own kitchen so just stick it where ever."

Seth nodded, moving to sit it in the kitchen area. "Hey, Randy. Sorry if I'm intruding."

"It's fine, really. There pl-plenty of room if you do-don't mind doubling." Randy cringed as he swallowed.

"Rest your throat, Randy." Roman advised him. "I should've asked you to stop at a store on the way here and grab stuff Randy could swallow easily. We can still order room service if we need to."

"Of course I don't mind." Seth told Randy. "Roman and I usually end up sharing anyway so I'm used to it."

"I can go out and grab Randy some food." John offered, eager to do something nice for his lover.

"Thanks, John. You should be able to figure what is good for a sore throat. Soups, puddings, if we want to try something more hardy maybe a stew? It's rich but still filling. Use your judgment since you have at least a slight nutrition background." Roman instructed.

John gave a nod. "Yes, Sir. I'll be back soon." His blue eyes glanced at Randy with sadness maybe a moment before he got the keys from Roman, headed out the door and for the parking lot.

Randy sighed sitting back. "I wish I could put the last twenty-four hours be-hind me. I see it tearing him ap-apart."

Seth walked to pat Randy on the shoulder. "I won't lie, Randy. You're right...but you can't help how you feel. John doesn't blame you believe me."

Randy lightly nodded. "Seth's right." Roman told him. "Shit, for whatever reason that made you think he was involved, we can't change that. Even if you didn't believe it before anyone who has been through what you have would have reservations of anyone being close to them. Just my point of view? You are actually doing very well."

"John will be fine. He's a strong guy and he loves you." Seth assured him. "You just worry about yourself getting better." Randy lightly nodded.

"Wonder...how much...a.." Randy sighed. "God when th-this gets out."

Seth nodded. "It's going to be a mess but we'll deal."

x.x.x

Meanwhile John had went to a local grocery and picked up enough soft foods for Randy for several days. As he drove back the feelings he kept concealed began to bubble over now that he was alone. He let out an almost animalistic scream of rage, pain and frustration. "It's not fair!" He bellowed, pulling the car over a moment to let go. "I love him! I LOVE him and he looks at me like I'm a monster! I can't touch him! Can't sleep beside him!" The boiling hot rage turned into gut wrenching sobs as they tore from his throat. "It's not his fault...not his fault." The older man kept repeating. Who knows how long the man cried like a baby alone in the car before he managed to calm, feeling drained as he drove back to the hotel.

x.x..x

"You gu-guys just became faces...wh-when it gets out that Dean...re-really assaulted a member of Eve-evolution...Fo-forget the whole sexual part. Ju-just th-that it was a brutal assault...th-that may trash the two of you as well."

"Let Seth and I worry about that part." Roman told him. "I would not be surprised if by the show tomorrow both of ours and your twitter feed isn't being blown up by it."

"Great." Randy sighed.

Seth gave a sigh of his own. "Yeah, a real fucking mess Dean caused and for what? John hates his guts now."

"Who knows, to try to frame John on top of it. If John was arrested Dean still wouldn't have gotten him." Roman pointed out. "He made no sense."

"I told you he was obsessed. I could see it all over him." The two tone haired man was interrupted by a knock on the door which he hurried to answer. John walked into the room with an armful of grocery bags and bloodshot eyes. "I think I got enough."

"Good, thanks, John." Roman told him. He walked over to grab a couple of them from the older man. "We were just talking about possible backlash from this mess."

John's head felt in a fog from stress. "Yeah...uh I'm sure it will be a bitch." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Randy stood up slowly, walking over toward John. His heart wanted to race but he fought it. "Co-come here, Ba-baby." Randy voice sadly still a harsh whisper making his normally deep tone even harder to hear at times.

John gulped before walking toward the younger man, until he stood almost directly in front of him. His heart ached as he looked into Randy's eyes. Randy closed the small space between them. He placed his hands on John's shoulders before moving to rest his forehead against John's "It will ta-take time...but...we will...get...through this."

John almost melted into Randy's touch, taking in his scent as he began to cry. "I'm sorry I pushed you to play around Dean. Sorry I didn't see the signs before this shit happened to you."

"We didn't know, Ba-baby...Yes we did-didn't see eye to eye, but ne-never would think..." Randy's own breath grew shaky at the memories.

"I know but try to forget about it now." John soothed. "I love you and will give you all the space and time you need. If you would feel better sharing your bed with Roman or Seth for awhile I promise I'll understand."

"Day...by day...moment to mo-moment." Randy said slowly, his hands still shaking as they rested on John's shoulders.

John could feel the shaking and he took a deep breath. "Daddy...you don't have to touch me if you're not ready. I can feel how hard it is for you." He paused. "D-Do you still want me to call you Daddy?"

Randy nodded. "No-not so much you..." He drew a shaky breath. "Ba-baby. More the...the event. He must of overheard us ta-talking in the kitchen to Ro-Roman. He...he..." Randy actually looked like he wanted to sway on his feet.

"Randy, you better sit down." Roman advised him.

John gently used one hand to help Randy into a sitting position. "He what, Daddy? Take your time."

Randy was trying to take deep breaths. "God, him tr-tricking me that so-somehow he was you. He acted as though you hated the term ba-baby. Th-that it ma-made you so-sound weak."

"And that didn't tip you off something was wrong?" John probed gently. "You know I've loved being called baby for years. Also, you offered to let me top and I backed off. Why would I forcibly take it when you offered freely to me?"

Randy lowered his head shaking it slowly. "It was...like you...you fe-feared lo-losing me be-because you wou-wouldn't. So...wa-wanted to prove you cou-could be for-forceful li-like you th-thought Ro-Roman would be." If at all possible the more Randy talked the more Roman wanted to strangle Dean. His jaw was set tight, trying to prevent from losing his temper and yell knowing to do so would only scare Randy.