After his confession, Randy and John have really connected. John thinks it's time to ask him "the question." What if he doesn't want to get married? He's got to ask him first. "Randy?" He looked at him, just waking up. "Y-Yeah?" John took a deep breath and he got his statement out. "Did you ever think about how our lives would be if we were married?" He mumbled something and for a split second, it sounded like he was saying yes. Randy waited until John spoke up. "Y'know, we would be the best power couple." "Wait... did he just say that we would be the best power couple!?" Randy thought. He just played it cool. "You're right." In his head, John knew he was screaming and jumping like he won the lottery. Time to ask him. "Can I ask you something?" John's question lingered around and Randy was so caught off guard. "What?" John took a deep breath, closed his eyes and reopened them, sighing and smiling. "Will you take..." Take what!? Randy thought with fear. "...my hand in marriage?" John was ready for this. He was only scared to find out if Randy was. "OMG! Are you asking me to marry you!?" John just smiled and replied, "Yes." Randy was so excited. "Yes! I will marry you John!" He hugged John super tight. "I love you so much." Randy smiled. "I love you more. After we "sign the deal," we should consummate our marriage." John suggested. "We shouldn't have to." That very sentence was the reason that John couldn't stop himself from kissing Randy and pushing him onto their bed. Luckily, both were were only in a T-shirt and underwear. "You're so hot." John smiled. "John.. You do know... that your damn smile... is the reason we're dating." Randy remarked snarkily. "Your sexy ass is the real reason. Had I not caught you in the locker room, you would probably be Hunter's lap dog." John replied. "Hey! That was once!" Randy shouted in defense. John just laughed. "Oh Randy... I always know you." Randy was confused. "What's that supposed to mean, Mr. Perfect?" John was in denial. "Nothing..." John was lost in thought. He didn't notice Randy smirk until Randy was over him. "What the hell!" John shouted. "Shouldn't have been lost in thought... because now, I got something for you." "What is it?" "Let's just say.. I'm not be hurting like I was shot." John connected the dots. "Oh hell no! You not saying..." He didn't finish his sentence due to a plan formulating in his mind. "Better luck next time." John smirked as he left the room. Little did Randy know, John had a plan. When Randy's back was turned, John attacked. "What the— John! What are you—!?" Randy turned around and realized he was set up. He felt the mattress impact on his face. "Please John..." He groaned, but.. to him, it didn't feel like John. He loved when John took control of him, but, to Randy, John... just didn't feel like John. Then, he had a major relapse. He knew what was happening. He knew...
"Dad... please don't do this to me... I'm only 15..." A 15 year old Randy pleaded to his dad. "This is what happens when you fight me." He shouted. Randy was just a teenager. This couldn't be happening to him. "AHHHHH! STOP! DAD PLEASE! IT HURTS!" Randy screamed when he felt his dad penetrating him. "So... good..." His dad groaned in pleasure, while Randy's icy blue eyes flowed so many tears. He was in so much pain. His mind went blank, he couldn't stop crying, and he felt like he was being shot. "DAD PLEASE! PLEASE!" He cried, unable to take any more pain. "Why should I? You didn't stop fighting me. So why should I stop?" Randy didn't respond. He just cried and screamed for someone to help him. "SOMEONE HELP ME!" He shouted. It was no use. He was done for. Then, he heard his dad say the worst thing ever. "I'm going to..." His dad smiled devilishly in Randy's face. "No... no... please.. not that... anything but that... NO!" He felt his dad's dirty, disgusting semen in him as he heard a pleasure filled groan. "You will never fight me again... EVER. You hear me, you slut!?" His dad pulled out, pulled his pants up, and left his son there. Bleeding, hurt, scarred, and most of all... broken. When it was all over, Randy curled up into a corner, put his head on his arms, and cried his eyes out. His dad, the one person he trusted, raped him. Randy didn't notice that a figure walked in the house, thanks to an unlocked door, and touched him. He flinched, but he heard something. Something that made him feel a little better. "My name is Jonathan Felix Anthony Cena Sr. I heard everything and I wanted to tell you that help is on their way." Randy lifted his head and, without thinking twice, smiled weakly. "Thank you... Mr. Cena. Thank you so much for that."
Randy came out of his thought. As he shuddered in disgust and with relief, he didn't feel John's body over him. In fact, he didn't notice John next to him, hugging him tightly. "I felt everything. Randy... I never told you this, but... when you told me about what happened to you... it..." John couldn't finish as he started to cry on Randy's shoulder. "What happened, baby boy? You can tell me." Randy smiled. "It hurt me to see you break down like that." John sighed. "Well, there's someone who came to my rescue after the assault." Randy announced to John. "Wait a minute. Was it my dad?" John questioned. "Yeah it was." "Well, you see... I had just moved to St. Louis, where you grew up. In fact, I think I lived right next to you. My dad told me that he heard screaming, and that he knew something was wrong. I didn't ask him what it was, but... I knew it had to be you." John remembered everything. The screams, the pleas, and the desperate cries for help. He wished he did something, but he didn't. "My dad ran out the house, but once he got outside, he saw someone leaving the house, covered in blood, and by the looks of it, he looked like had committed a crime. Anyway, once my dad walked in, he saw the place in ruins, and then he saw you." It finally clicked for John. He was around when it happened. He was there when it happened. He heard it when it happened. He could've stopped what happened. But he didn't. He then felt like a crate of guilt was on his shoulders."Randy... I'm so sorry. I could've done something to stop him, I could've helped you, but I didn't. My dad did." John was crying on the chest of Randy Orton. Something he always did when he was upset. "Don't feel like it's your fault." Was all Randy said as he kissed his fiancé's forehead. Their desires had to be met, though. "Want to know what it's like to be the dominator?" John quietly asked. "I thought you would never ask," Randy sighed, but knew that with John, being dominated was the best for him. He wouldn't want it any other way. "But you should stay that way. Claim me as yours." Randy wanted John. John wanted Randy. That was it. "I'm going to make you feel so good." John smirked. He pressed his lips onto Randy's and passionately kissed him. They were making out and then, John reached for Randy's underwear while Randy reached for John's. They didn't stop making out at all. They ripped each other's shirts off and their underwear were gone. Only thing they needed were each other. "I need you now. Please. I can't resist you." They said to each other before laughing a little. John aligned himself with Randy's entrance and inch by inch, he went in. "Ohh John... just like that..." Randy moaned out. "You're so tight baby boy." John sighed. "You make me feel so good John-John." Randy cried out as John had found his spot moments later. "This is what you wanted?" "Yes! Please, I want it harder!" John wouldn't leave Randy hanging like that. "As you wish." John smiled. He thrusted harder and harder. "John... please let me ride you. I really want to..." Randy moaned in pleasure and with lust. "I would let you, but... oh shit... I'm going to break..." John's thrusts went faster and faster. John grabbed Randy's length and started to stroke him. "I'm right with you... I'm... almost... JOHN!" Randy screamed out as his release was on him and John. John felt Randy tighten around him and that was it for him. "RKO!" John shouted. He filled Randy up and then laid on his chest. "That was... awesome. I love my time with you, John." Randy sighed, catching his breath. "I know, and now you won't miss it. We're going to be chained together. For life." John smiled. He gave Randy a sweet kiss and then, when he noticed Randy lay on his side and fall asleep, he laid next to him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and fell asleep next to him. "My heart and soul is yours, Randy." He whispered. "So is mine J..." Randy whispered back. John fell asleep, listening to the silence. He knew what was best for his relationship and so did Randy.