I'll Return to You
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R
Warnings: Slash, sex and some angst. Not a whole lot though, I get annoyed with too much.
Pairing: Jericho/Randy
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/Romance
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this one, I do it for you :)
Chapter 1: Thrown Away
Hips bucked upwards in a cry of passion. Sweat poured down their skin, legs spread, fresh tears coming from Randy's eyes as he watched Chris come hard onto his chest. He licked his lips, bringing his lips down on to the sweet blonde man beneath him. "God Chris, I love to watch you come." He murmured licking his bottom lip gently. "You're the most beautiful lover I've ever had before..."
"Randy, you're only twenty two years old, you couldn't have had too many lovers." Chris mumured as he was lowered down to the mattress below. "But you're the best one I've ever had." He whispered as he whiped the tears from Randy's face. "...Why are you crying?"He asked gently, some of Randy's tears splashing down on his own face and hair.
"Because I can't believe how utterly beautiful you are. You make me feel me like... god.. I don't know, I just... Chris, I love you so fucking much. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Chris reached up and put his hands on the side of his face, bringing him down for a kiss. "I love you too."
Randy trailed his fingers down Chris's beautiful angular face, kissing him gently. "Get some sleep, baby. I'm going to grab something to drink downstairs." He got off the bed to pull on his pants looking to the supple form stretched out on his bed. Shivers went down his spine as he tore himself away from the beautiful sight of sex. He walked down to the refridgerator, pulling out a bottle of water. A ball of nervousness worked his way into his stomach. Tomorrow was the day that Randy would ask him... He would make it final.
He walked over to the drawer by the oven. He opened it up, sliding the false bottom open. Inside was a small ring box, holding an heirloom ring that once belonged to his great grandmother. Yes, tomorrow he would ask Chris to marry him. He put the box back into the drawer and closed it up. Walking back upstairs to his room, he laid down beside Chris to watch him sleep peacefully for as long as he could bare keeping awake.
~
The next morning, Chris woke up. Light streamed in through Randy's blinds casting narrow slits of morning sun onto the bed. Yawning he looked over to Randy. "Good morning..." He murmured kissing his forhead gently.
Randy sat up, kissing Chris's lips gently. "Good morning to you, beautiful..." He whispered.
Chris looked over to the clock on the table, and cursed slightly. "Shit... I'd better go. I have to get to the chapel for Stevie's wedding. I'll see you at the reception later today okay?"
"Mm.. Alright. One more before you go?" Randy asked pulling Chris over to him. He kissed him once more, reaching over to steal a grope to his backside.
"Hey!" Chris said amused and swatted his hand away. "You keep that up and I'll never get to the wedding on time."
Randy laughed and got out of bed. "Guess you're right... But is that really a bad thing?"
"Considering that I'm the best man, yes."
The younger man smirked and went downstairs to make himself some coffee. He guessed it was a good thing that he wasn't in the wedding, he still hadn't picked up his tuxedo for the reception which was in just a few short hours. He gulped down his coffee, and went to shower in his downstairs bathroom.
~
Around three, Randy was rushing around like a fool trying to get ready. He had on his tux, gelled up his hair, and checked his pocket for the ring box three times before leaving.The wedding reception was wonderful. A true five star event. Victoria and Stevie looked so happy together, making Randy hope that he and Chris would be the same on their day. Around 1 AM, the party was still in full blast but Chris looked as if he were about to pass out. Randy took him by the arm as they bid their farwells.
"Beautiful ceremony..." Chris murmured as he nuzzled up against Randy's arm, his winter scarf flowing around in the chilly breeze.
"Wish I coulda seen it... But I was running a little late. Damn rental joint was packed." Randy threw his coat over Chris to keep him warm in the frigid New York City weather. "The party sure was fun though... I love dancing with you Chris, you move like an angel."
"Mm..." Chris muffled a happy agreement as he pressed his face against Randy's side. It was bitter cold in the city that night, even too cold to snow. The sidewalks were slightly iced over in parts that hadn't been salted. "I think I would want a warmer wedding than this. Victoria's crazy for wanting a wedding in the middle of January."
"So... If you would want to get married it would be in the spring or summer?" Randy mentioned casually as he reached down to place a hand on the ring box.
"Yeah, I guess. ...Why?"
Randy smiled at Chris as he rooted around in his pocket for the ring box. "Well..."
"Hold it right there pal." Came a gruff voice from behind him. Randy felt the cold press of a gun being shoved into his back. "I want your money. And babycakes's over there too."
Oh no. This guy wasn't about to rob them. Not on the night Randy picked to propose to Chris. He turned around sharply, grabbed the man's arm that held the gun and started fighting him for it. "Fuck you jack ass!" He shouted as the scuffle continued.
What happened next seemed to go by in slow motion for Chris whom was beyond terrified at the moment. He watched helplessly as the robber slipped back on the icy pavement, firing three shots as he went down.
Randy went down slowly falling to his knees the face first on the side walkwalk. He ran to him, shaking Randy's back blood slowly soaking the ground beneath them, tinting the snow a sickening red color.
~
"Randy...."
Blackness. Nothingness.
"Raaannnnnndy...."
A voice calling to him in the cold hearted dark. It sounded like Chris, Chris calling to him from some place he couldn't see. "Chris!! CHRIS!!"
"Randy.... Wake up.... Randy.... Please.... I love you........" Slowly Chris's voice became nothing too, and he was all alone.
"CHRIS! CHRIS I'M HERE! I LOVE YOU TOO! CHRIS DAMN IT ANSWER ME! ... Don't leave me here all alone..." And there he stood... In a world consumed of blackness, listening as a new sound filled the air. It was Chris's sobbing, his crying. One thing that Randy hated hearing. Chris was sad and he wasn't there to help him, infact... He didn't even know where he was. Had he died when he was shot in the side? It sure felt it as the bullets tore open his flesh. He remembered falling to the sidewalk, mouth open in a pained silent sceam. The last thing he remembered then was thinking of Chris... Then everything faded away.
Randy checked himself for bullet holes and rips in his tux, but found none. He sighed and sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees and rested his head on them. He shut his eyes trying to drown out the sounds of Chris's sobs and cries as best as he could. Each one was like a knife ripping in, stabbing and slicing him up to pieces.
The cries then stopped as the dark world around him started to shake, some pieces of black shattering around him. Light blasted through, falling straight on Randy's form. He brought up an arm to block the sudden onslot of light in such a blinding manner. "God damn..." He whispered as he started moving toward it. It was an amazing force, one that he couldn't escape being drawn into.
He was engulfed by it, surrounded, heat and light warming his flesh. But then it all stopped... Randy now happened to be in a white room, still all alone save for a black rod iron chair set in the middle of the place. Unsure of what to do, he walked over to it and sat down.
A small projection of a film appeared on the wall in front of him. There was no sound just of the film turning. It was a movie of Chris... Randy instantly recognized what was being shown. Their first kiss. He remembered that night well... He had finally talked Chris into going out for a few drinks with him. The bar was theirs that night. Surprisingly no one was there. They talked for a long time... And Randy's charm had begun to take it's effect on Chris.
The movie showed a close up of them talking, Randy subconciously starting to murmur the words he had spoken to Chris.
"I'm going to be honest with you Chris, I left the marines because I fell head over heels for you the second I saw you at one of my dad's parties. You looked so beautiful that night, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I knew I had to have you. I knew I had to make you mine... And I know that you must be a little freaked at the moment but will you just let me kiss you? Even if it's the only one I'll ever get."
A tear streamed down his face as he watched the kiss on the movie. "GOD DAMN IT! What kind of a sick joke is this huh?! Who's running the projector?! Why don't you just come out here and show your self!"
A projector on a silver cart slowly rolled out from a door in the back that vanished as quickly as it had opened. Randy walked over to it and picked up the film canister. "The Life of Randy Orton." He said reading off the paper taped to it. He tossed it to the ground angrily, the clatter of the metal echoing loudly off the four bare walls.
Frustratedly he walked over to the wall that the movie was playing on. Chris was speaking to the movie him about something Randy didn't really remember. Even then he wasn't paying attention, he was too busy watching Chris's lips and the beautiful sound of his voice to really listen to the words being said. Randy placed his hand on the wall watching the movie with a strange sort of feeling. The kind of feeling that... That felt like he was never going to see the beautiful blond man again, let alone kiss him goodbye in the morning, or in the evening, or at anytime. He felt like he was never going to craddle his face in his hands, or watch him while he slept.
He walked over to the wall with the movie still playing on it. It was showing a close up of Chris's face as he spoke to Randy about something. Randy remembered him talking, but for the life of him couldn't remember about what. He did however remember staring in a transfixed manner at Chris's lush lips, feeling the urge to kiss him again right after they had just finished doing so moments before.
"Chris... I promose you... I'll find you... I'll escape what ever this place is and I'll return... We'll get married, we'll be together... I won't let anything stand in my way of returning to you-"
A loud, mocking laugh filled the room. It echoed off he walls, making it near impossible to tell where it had been coming from. "You think this is funny?! Fucking with someone's life like this?! Come out you coward! Come out and show yourself damn it!" Randy in his anger, flung the canister as hard as he could at the back wall. It ripped open a hole, a force of unimaginable power staring to pull everything right out of the room--Including Randy.
~
Randy remained still for a very long time. He wasn't sure of if he wanted to open his eyes or not. He was laying on something hard... It almost felt like dirt. Infact... Randy was pretty sure it was dirt. The smell of something sweet flowed into his nostrills, making him moan and open his eyes finally. The faces of small pastel flowers stared back at him blowing gently in the warm breeze. Randy sat up slowly, glancing around him. He was in a vast field of flowers and swaying high grasses. The sky was pale blue, making him think instantly of Chris's gentle smiling eyes. The warm breeze ruffled his hair a little as he looked to the north. A spinebacked ridge of mountains rose proudly in the distance... Tinted a purple color froming being so far away in the distance.
The place was something out of a dream. He thought of what it would be like to lay Chris down on this field and make passionate love 'till sunset, but chased that thought from his mind. He first had to find Chris to have sex with him. And that meant finding a way out of where ever he may be at the current moment.
TBC.
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R
Warnings: Slash, sex and some angst. Not a whole lot though, I get annoyed with too much.
Pairing: Jericho/Randy
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/Romance
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this one, I do it for you :)
Chapter 1: Thrown Away
Hips bucked upwards in a cry of passion. Sweat poured down their skin, legs spread, fresh tears coming from Randy's eyes as he watched Chris come hard onto his chest. He licked his lips, bringing his lips down on to the sweet blonde man beneath him. "God Chris, I love to watch you come." He murmured licking his bottom lip gently. "You're the most beautiful lover I've ever had before..."
"Randy, you're only twenty two years old, you couldn't have had too many lovers." Chris mumured as he was lowered down to the mattress below. "But you're the best one I've ever had." He whispered as he whiped the tears from Randy's face. "...Why are you crying?"He asked gently, some of Randy's tears splashing down on his own face and hair.
"Because I can't believe how utterly beautiful you are. You make me feel me like... god.. I don't know, I just... Chris, I love you so fucking much. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Chris reached up and put his hands on the side of his face, bringing him down for a kiss. "I love you too."
Randy trailed his fingers down Chris's beautiful angular face, kissing him gently. "Get some sleep, baby. I'm going to grab something to drink downstairs." He got off the bed to pull on his pants looking to the supple form stretched out on his bed. Shivers went down his spine as he tore himself away from the beautiful sight of sex. He walked down to the refridgerator, pulling out a bottle of water. A ball of nervousness worked his way into his stomach. Tomorrow was the day that Randy would ask him... He would make it final.
He walked over to the drawer by the oven. He opened it up, sliding the false bottom open. Inside was a small ring box, holding an heirloom ring that once belonged to his great grandmother. Yes, tomorrow he would ask Chris to marry him. He put the box back into the drawer and closed it up. Walking back upstairs to his room, he laid down beside Chris to watch him sleep peacefully for as long as he could bare keeping awake.
~
The next morning, Chris woke up. Light streamed in through Randy's blinds casting narrow slits of morning sun onto the bed. Yawning he looked over to Randy. "Good morning..." He murmured kissing his forhead gently.
Randy sat up, kissing Chris's lips gently. "Good morning to you, beautiful..." He whispered.
Chris looked over to the clock on the table, and cursed slightly. "Shit... I'd better go. I have to get to the chapel for Stevie's wedding. I'll see you at the reception later today okay?"
"Mm.. Alright. One more before you go?" Randy asked pulling Chris over to him. He kissed him once more, reaching over to steal a grope to his backside.
"Hey!" Chris said amused and swatted his hand away. "You keep that up and I'll never get to the wedding on time."
Randy laughed and got out of bed. "Guess you're right... But is that really a bad thing?"
"Considering that I'm the best man, yes."
The younger man smirked and went downstairs to make himself some coffee. He guessed it was a good thing that he wasn't in the wedding, he still hadn't picked up his tuxedo for the reception which was in just a few short hours. He gulped down his coffee, and went to shower in his downstairs bathroom.
~
Around three, Randy was rushing around like a fool trying to get ready. He had on his tux, gelled up his hair, and checked his pocket for the ring box three times before leaving.The wedding reception was wonderful. A true five star event. Victoria and Stevie looked so happy together, making Randy hope that he and Chris would be the same on their day. Around 1 AM, the party was still in full blast but Chris looked as if he were about to pass out. Randy took him by the arm as they bid their farwells.
"Beautiful ceremony..." Chris murmured as he nuzzled up against Randy's arm, his winter scarf flowing around in the chilly breeze.
"Wish I coulda seen it... But I was running a little late. Damn rental joint was packed." Randy threw his coat over Chris to keep him warm in the frigid New York City weather. "The party sure was fun though... I love dancing with you Chris, you move like an angel."
"Mm..." Chris muffled a happy agreement as he pressed his face against Randy's side. It was bitter cold in the city that night, even too cold to snow. The sidewalks were slightly iced over in parts that hadn't been salted. "I think I would want a warmer wedding than this. Victoria's crazy for wanting a wedding in the middle of January."
"So... If you would want to get married it would be in the spring or summer?" Randy mentioned casually as he reached down to place a hand on the ring box.
"Yeah, I guess. ...Why?"
Randy smiled at Chris as he rooted around in his pocket for the ring box. "Well..."
"Hold it right there pal." Came a gruff voice from behind him. Randy felt the cold press of a gun being shoved into his back. "I want your money. And babycakes's over there too."
Oh no. This guy wasn't about to rob them. Not on the night Randy picked to propose to Chris. He turned around sharply, grabbed the man's arm that held the gun and started fighting him for it. "Fuck you jack ass!" He shouted as the scuffle continued.
What happened next seemed to go by in slow motion for Chris whom was beyond terrified at the moment. He watched helplessly as the robber slipped back on the icy pavement, firing three shots as he went down.
Randy went down slowly falling to his knees the face first on the side walkwalk. He ran to him, shaking Randy's back blood slowly soaking the ground beneath them, tinting the snow a sickening red color.
~
"Randy...."
Blackness. Nothingness.
"Raaannnnnndy...."
A voice calling to him in the cold hearted dark. It sounded like Chris, Chris calling to him from some place he couldn't see. "Chris!! CHRIS!!"
"Randy.... Wake up.... Randy.... Please.... I love you........" Slowly Chris's voice became nothing too, and he was all alone.
"CHRIS! CHRIS I'M HERE! I LOVE YOU TOO! CHRIS DAMN IT ANSWER ME! ... Don't leave me here all alone..." And there he stood... In a world consumed of blackness, listening as a new sound filled the air. It was Chris's sobbing, his crying. One thing that Randy hated hearing. Chris was sad and he wasn't there to help him, infact... He didn't even know where he was. Had he died when he was shot in the side? It sure felt it as the bullets tore open his flesh. He remembered falling to the sidewalk, mouth open in a pained silent sceam. The last thing he remembered then was thinking of Chris... Then everything faded away.
Randy checked himself for bullet holes and rips in his tux, but found none. He sighed and sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees and rested his head on them. He shut his eyes trying to drown out the sounds of Chris's sobs and cries as best as he could. Each one was like a knife ripping in, stabbing and slicing him up to pieces.
The cries then stopped as the dark world around him started to shake, some pieces of black shattering around him. Light blasted through, falling straight on Randy's form. He brought up an arm to block the sudden onslot of light in such a blinding manner. "God damn..." He whispered as he started moving toward it. It was an amazing force, one that he couldn't escape being drawn into.
He was engulfed by it, surrounded, heat and light warming his flesh. But then it all stopped... Randy now happened to be in a white room, still all alone save for a black rod iron chair set in the middle of the place. Unsure of what to do, he walked over to it and sat down.
A small projection of a film appeared on the wall in front of him. There was no sound just of the film turning. It was a movie of Chris... Randy instantly recognized what was being shown. Their first kiss. He remembered that night well... He had finally talked Chris into going out for a few drinks with him. The bar was theirs that night. Surprisingly no one was there. They talked for a long time... And Randy's charm had begun to take it's effect on Chris.
The movie showed a close up of them talking, Randy subconciously starting to murmur the words he had spoken to Chris.
"I'm going to be honest with you Chris, I left the marines because I fell head over heels for you the second I saw you at one of my dad's parties. You looked so beautiful that night, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I knew I had to have you. I knew I had to make you mine... And I know that you must be a little freaked at the moment but will you just let me kiss you? Even if it's the only one I'll ever get."
A tear streamed down his face as he watched the kiss on the movie. "GOD DAMN IT! What kind of a sick joke is this huh?! Who's running the projector?! Why don't you just come out here and show your self!"
A projector on a silver cart slowly rolled out from a door in the back that vanished as quickly as it had opened. Randy walked over to it and picked up the film canister. "The Life of Randy Orton." He said reading off the paper taped to it. He tossed it to the ground angrily, the clatter of the metal echoing loudly off the four bare walls.
Frustratedly he walked over to the wall that the movie was playing on. Chris was speaking to the movie him about something Randy didn't really remember. Even then he wasn't paying attention, he was too busy watching Chris's lips and the beautiful sound of his voice to really listen to the words being said. Randy placed his hand on the wall watching the movie with a strange sort of feeling. The kind of feeling that... That felt like he was never going to see the beautiful blond man again, let alone kiss him goodbye in the morning, or in the evening, or at anytime. He felt like he was never going to craddle his face in his hands, or watch him while he slept.
He walked over to the wall with the movie still playing on it. It was showing a close up of Chris's face as he spoke to Randy about something. Randy remembered him talking, but for the life of him couldn't remember about what. He did however remember staring in a transfixed manner at Chris's lush lips, feeling the urge to kiss him again right after they had just finished doing so moments before.
"Chris... I promose you... I'll find you... I'll escape what ever this place is and I'll return... We'll get married, we'll be together... I won't let anything stand in my way of returning to you-"
A loud, mocking laugh filled the room. It echoed off he walls, making it near impossible to tell where it had been coming from. "You think this is funny?! Fucking with someone's life like this?! Come out you coward! Come out and show yourself damn it!" Randy in his anger, flung the canister as hard as he could at the back wall. It ripped open a hole, a force of unimaginable power staring to pull everything right out of the room--Including Randy.
~
Randy remained still for a very long time. He wasn't sure of if he wanted to open his eyes or not. He was laying on something hard... It almost felt like dirt. Infact... Randy was pretty sure it was dirt. The smell of something sweet flowed into his nostrills, making him moan and open his eyes finally. The faces of small pastel flowers stared back at him blowing gently in the warm breeze. Randy sat up slowly, glancing around him. He was in a vast field of flowers and swaying high grasses. The sky was pale blue, making him think instantly of Chris's gentle smiling eyes. The warm breeze ruffled his hair a little as he looked to the north. A spinebacked ridge of mountains rose proudly in the distance... Tinted a purple color froming being so far away in the distance.
The place was something out of a dream. He thought of what it would be like to lay Chris down on this field and make passionate love 'till sunset, but chased that thought from his mind. He first had to find Chris to have sex with him. And that meant finding a way out of where ever he may be at the current moment.
TBC.
