I'll Return to You

By: Yhu

Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.

This Chapter: PG-13

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

Chapter 4: Stolen

"Chris... Chris come on! Wake up!"

Adam put an arm around Christian's shoulder as he started to tear up. "He's going to wake up. Don't worry..."

Chris gave a loud moan as his eyes fluttered open. He was in a hospital bed, with Adam, Christian, and a doctor standing beside him. "Wha..."

"Mr. Jericho, when was the last time you ate?" The doctor asked as he flipped through his notes on the clip board.

"I... I think it was at the wedding..."

"Christ, Chris!" Adam shouted as he smacked his forhead. "No wonder why you passed out! That was three days ago! You can't just stop eating like that!"

Chris just gave him a disgruntled look and turned his head.

"I'm going to release him in the care of you two." The doctor said giving Chris a weary look. "Make sure he starts eating again, or he might not make it to see Randy come out of his coma.

Adam helped Chris sit up while Christian slipped on his coat. "Come on, we'll go back to my apartment. Don't need you to see anything that'll depress you any." He helped Chris out of bed wrapping an arm firmly around his waist. Adam knew Chris was looking pretty bad... He had never seen him quite like this.

-

"Lookie... An ickle human!"

"We can eats him, we can we can!"

The two orcs standing beside the pit tossed down their weapons, reaching down into the hole with a long bamboo like pole with a crook at the end. They raised Randy up to ground level, prodding at him with their knarled fingers.

"Don't look too tasty..."

"Two much muscle, no fats he's got..."

Randy muttered something in his dazed state about Chris. After falling into that pit several hours ago, he had lost his sense of time and more so his sense of reality not realising the danger he happened to be in at the moment.

"Waits-- Do you hear that?" The one said cupping a hand to his ear. "Sounds like reinforcements... He must have friends, he must he must!"

"One human fine... Several... no way for two orcsis..."

With that they scampered away into the underbrush that they had come out of to check their traps.

Several horses appeared on the horizon. They were not the war horse like beasts of the west, but horses of speed. Randy sat up slowly upon feeling the vibrations from the hooves beating down on the ground. His eyes widdened as he tried to get to his feet to run. The line of animals surrounded him in one big circle.

The men on the back of these horses were dressed from head to toe in clothing, scarves wrapped around their faces. They looked dangerous... Swords of every shape gleamed in the fading light.

They were glaring down at Randy with their dark eyes in such a manner it sent shivers down his spine.

A thought crossed his mind. Could these men be the mauraders that he was warned of?

The leader-- Randy assumed him to be anyway-- stepped forward dismounting from his horse. He was shorter than Randy by quite a bit, but the meancing scimitar on his back seemed to take away from the height difference. Randy stood his ground not wanting to seem cowardly.

The shorter man walked around him in an appraising manner, reaching in to his pocket and pulled out Randy's wallet. He was so fast Randy wasn't even sure what he had done until he had seen the armoni wallet in his hands.

Randy bit his lip, not wanting to say anything for fear of getting chopped in half. He watched this man hold up his money curiously before putting it back inside. He removed the credit cards, played with them for a second, then placed them back. He leafed through Randy's photos of his mother and father, his young niece and sister, but stopped when he came across the ones of Chris. His blue eyes held a confused look as he looked to Randy. The man began to remove his head scarf, revealing his fair features and long blonde hair. "Why... Why do you have these things with me on them?"

Randy's jaw dropped. "Chris..." He managed to murmur before passing dead away.

-

Rain was falling gently outside Randy's apartment that night. Chris was curled up at his side, one leg drapped over his waist, a hand on Randy's chest. Randy smiled peacefully, tracing his fingers over the firm flesh of Chris's buttocks and down his inner thigh. They had gotten caught in the rain on the way back from the airport that night, but it didn't matter. After a long tour, it felt so good to be going home.

It was when they arrived underneath the elborate archway of the luxery apartment house that Randy asked him a question he had been dieing to ask Chris for weeks. Smiling and tracing his fingers over his jaw, he whispered softly in his ear.

"Move in with me."

Of course Chris excepted the offer leaping on to Randy, his legs wrapped around his waist.

The hours that followed were some of the best that he had ever had. Chris made dinner fit for a king, followed by a delicious dessert. Of course Randy's favorite WAS Chris, and he also got that.

Chris's hair was still slightly wet as Randy combed his fingers through the mass of blonde locks. "I love you Chris." He whispered kissing the top of his head gently.

-

"I love you Chris." Randy murmured reaching up to grab him wrist, dragging down the blonde marauder to the ground.

"Let go of me wanderer! You have no permission to touch me, fool!" He shouted slapping Randy across the face with the back of his hand.

The dark haired man shook his head blinking as he came to. "...Wha?" He released the blonde man blinking in confusion. "I'm sorry... You look like my lover. The one in the photo."

"Alright... I suppose that is okay. Now, who are you?" He demanded pointing his knife at him.

"My name is Randy Orton." He said looking down at the well sharpened tip of the blade.

The leader nodded in response. "Very well Randy. You are now a prisoner. You will refer to me as Laiird, and only Laiird." The blonde replied curtly as he mounted his horse again. One of the other men rode up to Randy.

He got off, tieing Randy's wrists together with a long piece of rope. He shoved him to the horse, forcing Randy up on the beast, then sat up behind him.

This was great. First, he was ripped away from Chris and thrown head first into this world, then he is kicked out from that warm home, falls in a pit, and now is a prisoner of this Chris look a like. They started riding off for what seemed to be hours. Randy kept gazing up at the sky as the moon slowly rose up into the sky. By midnight when the moon was full and shining right above the caravan.

Laiird looked back at the group of people and stopped. "Set up camp here for the night!" He said and dismounted. The men were off and working, building up a small fort of tents in nary a moment. Randy was lead off the horse and shown into what he assumed to be Laiird's tent. There were pillows strewn about on the floor, silks hanging down from the poles. And there was Laiird, wearing a pair of red silky pants laying on the tassled pillows.

Randy's cock gave a twitch. He looked so much like Chris... Identical infact. His face, his body, and even his voice... All the same. But he WASN'T Chris. He may look like Chris, but there was no way he could ever be, not with that attitude.

"Pleasure me, slave." Laiird said looking boredly at his nails.

Randy looked at him and shook his head. "'Fraid not. As I said before, I have a lover already. And despite the fact you look so much like him it's freaking me out in an erotic way, you're not him. Sorry."

The blonde warrior stood up angrily. "Hey! I told you to do something. So come over here and do it or I'll decaptitate you!"

He sighed and shrugged. "Very well Laiird. You'll have to untie me first. Can't do anything with these tied." Randy said and held out his wrists.

"Fine." He muttered walking over to him. He removed the coarse rope from around Randy's wrists then gave him an impatient look.

Randy walked over to were there was a pole. He pulled off a scarf from it, then walked over to Laiird again. He stood behind him, running his hands down the smaller man's torso. Laiird gave a small pleasured sigh, leaning against him. "Go lower." He ordered.

But Randy did no such thing. Instead he brought the silk around his mouth and tied it tightly. Laiird started to struggle moving around and flailing his arms about madly. Randy held him strong dragging him over to the pillows. He laid the struggling blonde on his lap, yanking down the silk pants. He smacked him harshly on the ass, and continued to do so until the skin was redder than the silk he was wearing. Laiird was sobbing so hard he was shaking, tears streaming down his face.

Both of them were rock hard; Randy making a note to give Chris a good spanking later. He shoved the smaller man off his lap and on top the ground. He grabbed him by the wrists and yanked him over to the pole, tieing his wrists up with the rope. "Doesn't it suck to be someone's prisoner?" Randy asked stepping on his groin.

Laiird whimpered in response, sniffling as he looked up at Randy.

"Good. Glad you learned." He said laying down on the pillows. "Have a good sleep, Laiird."

All he got was another piteful reply.

-

Hunter was at Adam's apartment around nine at night. He had a big bouqet of lavander roses in hand as he knocked on the door. The tall blonde answered smiling to him.

"Hey there Hunt. Come on in... Chris and Christian are watching tv."

The man smiled walking in. "Thanks Adam. These are for you guys."

Adam grinned and walked into the kitchen. "How sweet Hunter! Thanks!"

Christian peered over the top of the couch at him and jumped off. "Be back in a minute Chris..." He said rubbing his knee gently.

Chris smiled weakily at the other and then to Hunter as he sat down a little too close for his liking but that was okay. He was still too distraught to really take notice. Hunter's arm wrapped around his shoulders bringing the small man close.

"How've you been doing, Chris?"

Chris shrugged and laid his head on Hunter's strong chest as the man began to stroke his hair comfortingly. "Okay I guess..."

Hunter guided him down more so that Chris's body was laying across his lap. "I'm sure he'll be fine Chris..." 'And you'll be fine too, especially when you see that I'm the right man for you, baby...'