A/N: This took much longer than it should have but I had lost my muse and only recently found it. Thank you for your patience.

Takers dark lover: Thank you! ;-; I was really worried.

Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: I know.. I felt like it was much needed for their growth though and John's healing so I don't regret my decision but I hope you're still interested in the story.

Guest: Thank you, bb. :D

UnholyVengeance09: I KNOW. They even surprised me. The little fucks. Ugh. I love it though.

On to the story! =)

Thursday. John's heart was hammering but he knew this needed to be done.. for his sake. He bit his lip, whining low in his throat as he drove to the fancy hotel he always met Hunter in. "Johnny?" His heart fluttered. John nodded before breathing out "I'm okay.. just nervous." "You can do this, baby." Another whine. "Remember that he can't hurt you more than what you let him do. You're strong, John.." He exhaled and nodded, feeling a little more centered and parking the car.

"I have to go."

"I know, baby. Call me as soon as you get out, okay?"

John nodded then realized Randy couldn't see him, "Okay. I love you." he smiled when the younger man repeated that to him and ended the call. It was Punk's idea for John to call Randy the whole way to Hunter's hotel because only that way would John be remembering why he was doing this.

The whole way up the stairs seemed to drag on for an eternity. By the time John got up to Hunter's room he had lost half of the resolve, biting his lip hard and taking a deep breath. He pulled out his phone, fully intent on calling Randy and telling him he couldn't go through with it.

[Text] I love you. I can't wait for us to start our lives together.

[Text] I believe in you, John boy. Don't let him fuck up any more of your life.

[Text] I made sure it was the right number. It will work.

He felt his eyes water, hand shaking as he put his phone away once more. He would do this. If not for them he had to do it for himself. Existing in fear of his oppressor was no way to live. John braced himself and knocked on the door loudly.

"The hell is that loud knocking about? You want to wake up the whole damn floor?"

John felt the urge to duck his head but instead bit his lip harder and touched the phone in his pocket as if that would help ease the fear he was feeling deep in his gut.

"Well? Get in here, I ain't gonna fuck you out in the damn hallway."

He shook his head, "No. I'm not comin' in today." John saw Hunter's skin flush with anger and knew the man was about to start going off on name calling so he put his hand up "I'm not here to listen to you today. I'm here so you could listen to me. I'm done with this. I'm done bein' your bitch and am givin' you a chance to end this the easy way."

"The easy way?! Get your ass in—" he pulled John's arm roughly.

John whined though he gripped the door frame with all his strength as he gritted out, "No. Either you leave me the hell alone or I'll call your wife right now and let her know you're fuckin' me behind her back. Think she'd let you have her money then?" The sudden loss of resistance made John stumble just outside the room once Hunter let him go. He rubbed his arm and scowled a bit as he watched Hunter carefully.

"That sell out.. mother.." Hunter stopped himself before divulging too much information about Vince and instead glared at John "Get your ass out of my sight. Not like you were that good of a fuck anyway. I've fucked washed up whores tighter than you."

John felt his face heat up but for once —in an encounter with Hunter— it wasn't out of shame or fear but instead out of anger. He lunged forward, catching the male off guard and tackling him straight down to the floor. Fists flew left and right. John couldn't even tell the difference from when he was hitting Hunter's face or hitting the floor. Adrenaline impeded him from feeling the stings of the punches and kicks Hunter through his way. The escort didn't even notice he was crying until he felt large hands wrap around his waist and pull him off. That's when he started asking to be let go but his voice was shaky like it always was when John spent a fair amount of time sobbing.

"What the hell is goin' on here?!"

Hunter spat blood, wiping his mouth and looking at who he could only assume was a hotel employee. "I don't fucking know. Ask this bastard."

John wiped some tears off his face and pulled away from the man, "He tried to cheap off on the payment for services tonight." The blond looked at the worker, glad to see a surprised look on his face. "..but it's okay. It's not worth it. I'm not pressin' charges." He walked away with that, leaving the men there and only hearing Hunter cursing at him from his position on the floor as well as the employee trying to calm him down. There was a commotion down the hall in the employee closet and John was sure he heard someone say that they should call the cops but that wasn't his problem. Even if they wanted to get John in trouble they would first search for him with the common street escorts and quickly get lost in the vast list of escorts in New York. If anything, they'd stay searching for a day then they would give up due to lack of information.

He managed to walk the few blocks to his car without any further altercations. John sat down in the car, inhaling sharply as his brain finally caught up with the fact he had some new bruises and scratches. The adrenaline had worn off and now all John knew was that his face was throbbing where Hunter's elbow connected and his arms were scratched up pretty badly. Even so, none of that could take away from the pleasure John felt at finally doing something for himself. Sure, there would be consequences to pay later but.. he'd survived a lot worse. Besides, in order to get John's information they needed McMahon's cooperation and the old man wouldn't give up his billion dollar industry on the count of his lustful son-in-law.

His hands started shaking, head cast downward as John rested it against the steering wheel in an attempt to collect his bearings. The blond's breathing became labored and John gripped at his thighs with as much force as he had left. A gut-wrenching sob left his lips followed by something that sounded suspiciously close to a chuckle. It was at that point where John didn't know whether he was scared or thrilled with how this played out. It became increasingly harder to breathe and John had to turn on the car, lowering the windows and letting the cool New York air hit him. He was crying again. For how long he wasn't sure but by the time the sobs dwindled down to half-hearted gasps, John's face was sore and cheeks were cold to the touch. "Oh my god.." he muttered as another hysterical laugh left his lips and he put the windows back up.

John almost slammed on the brakes when he heard his phone ring, not used to the loud melody especially not on work nights. He bit his lip and answered with the hands free device as he eased himself back onto the road. "Hello?"

"John!? Fuck.. baby, are you okay? It's been over an hour. Tell me you're safe."

John laughed, this time it sounded much more genuine and calm now that he was hearing Randy's voice. It hadn't even occurred to him that anyone had been worried about him but of course Randy was always worried. That warmed his heart.

"John.. what is going on?"

"S-sorry, sorry.. I just.. can't believe this is happening."

"Were you crying?"

He giggled softly this time, merging with the annoying city traffic "I was. I did it, Ran.. I fuckin' told him. You shoulda seen the look on his face.."

"I'm proud of you, baby. Oh god.. you don't know how good it is to hear that you went through with it."

"I couldn't have done it without you." he assured the man, voice finally starting to sound normal as he calmed himself down fully. "Can.."

"—you're still comin' over, right?"

John smiled, nodding "Y..yeah, I need to be next to you right now."

"I'll be waiting."

"Love you." he waited to hear it back before hanging up and focusing on the road once more.

…

"All I'm asking for is that fucker's address. It's all they need to put him behind bars."

"And I already told you I'm not giving it up."

"He fucked up my face. What am I supposed to tell Steph?"

"Whatever it is, leave my business out of it."

"Are you fucking kidding m—"

"Listen to me, you ungrateful piece of shit.. I worked my ass off to get where I am today and I'm not letting you ruin it. Now that you're wanted for soliciting sex then that makes your word useless against a man of my stature. I don't owe you shit. You're not allowed to touch my whores anymore. And even if you tell Stephanie about my business.. you'll have to prove it and you know damn well I covered my ass."

Hunter seethed. He couldn't believe this was ending like this. He couldn't accept defeat at the hands of a third rate hooker and a perverted old man. "I'll find out where he lives one way or the other."

"And I'm telling you right now that if I so much as think you're snooping around I'll have your head cut off and I'll do a perfect job at making it seem as if the prostitutes in New York finally had enough of being swindled by you."

He shut his mouth, awestruck at the threat and what it meant for him. Hunter had two options: try to get back at John and probably die in the process or suck it up and account it to some mugging as he continued to mooch off his wife. The second option seemed much more viable so he finally exhaled "Fine. Cut me off. I'll get ass another way."

"There's the ingrate that blackmailed me into letting him borrow my men."

He felt repulsed by the backhanded praise but still only hummed as they said their goodbyes and Hunter hung up. He was sore, humiliated, bleeding, and disgusted. This was not how he was expecting to feel by the end of the night.

…

John wasn't sure what he'd imagined would come out of meeting with Randy after cutting himself loose from Hunter but it definitely wasn't this.

Randy grumbled as he shoved John's chest down softly and forced the older man to lay down once more so he could tend to John's black eye and the nasty bump that formed just over the man's cheekbone. He'd been tending the man's bruises and scratches for a little under two hours now and was at the last one. John was pretty shaken up when he got to Randy's place and it was clear why. The blond had gone through hell and back in the span of 24 hours and in a few days he'd have another session much like this. Randy swallowed, unsure if he wanted to let John carry out with the second one. "Johnny.."

"I'm doing it, Randy. I am scared, I'm not going to lie. However bad Hunter was he wasn't nearly as terrible as Brock but.. I won't be truly happy until I can be certain this bastard won't follow me to Tampa with you."

He let out a sigh, knowing John was right but still not liking it. Randy just dabbed some ointment onto the slight cut and got up, moving to clean up everything he'd used to clean John up. "What are you even going to use against him?"

John froze then, feeling fear ripple through him as he shrugged. "I.. don't know." The rollercoaster of emotions was draining the blond. He'd gone from apprehensive to angry to hysterical to overjoyed and now back to terrified in a few hours and John didn't know how much more he could handle. "Ran.."

He recognized the voice immediately, tossing the trash away and rushing back to the bed. Randy placed a hand on John's chest just as the blond started moving "Shh, baby boy.. I'm right here."

John whined low in his throat, knowing that despite the fact that he had the option of being in control he didn't want to be. Not with Randy. He wanted the man to do this.. to pamper him and protect him when John was incapable of even holding himself up. The older man shifted closer to Randy, biting his lip hard "I'm scared."

"I know.." he idly rubbed John's bare chest, leaning over the blond to place a bruising kiss above the escort's heart. Randy pulled away and continued his thought "I'll be here the entire time. I promise I'm not goin' anywhere, John. We'll figure a way out of this. We're already half way there, baby boy."

Just like that he felt his heart unclench, breathing coming back to normal as he nodded and placed a hand over the one Randy had on his chest. "Thank you."

Randy smiled, not responding to that and instead just holding John until he was fast asleep. It was early in the night but the blond needed his rest and besides, John had a day full of meetings to go through tomorrow so he'd need his energy.

…

"At 2pm."

"So as soon as my last meeting is over I have to talk to him." He sighed.

"I'm sorry, boss."

"No, Trish. It's not your fault. Thanks for giving me the heads up with enough time to prepare."

"My pleasure. You need me to move anything around for you?"

"Y-yeah.. Can you call the third number on my list and leave a message telling them I'll be late for our date?"

"Oohh.. Sure thing, handsome."

John snorted, shaking his head and actually finding himself blushing "Thanks, sweetie." He hummed when she said her goodbyes then hung up.

John looked up at the ceiling, hands rubbing over his face as the nerves started setting in. He didn't even notice when Punk walked in or when the blond sat across from him.

"Long celebration last night, John boy?" he grinned.

The older man sat up and looked at Punk, grinning back at him despite the tension in his body because he could hear the pride and happiness in his friend's voice. "Nah.. but I got another helluva day today."

Punk nodded, "What is it?"

"Vince.."

"What did that mother fuc—"

"No. It's a meeting.. but I can't expect it to be a happy one."

Punk relaxed, nodding and sighing a bit "If you need anything, John.. I'm here. I don't look like much but I learned martial arts as soon as I moved here." He grinned.

John smirked, "Thanks.. Actually.. can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"…Morrison is my last meeting today.. mind lettin him know that I want to cancel it? I'll wire his week's money right now so he knows I was serious."

Punk nodded, "Sure."

John noticed the slight smile on Punk's face but he didn't say anything because now he too had that feeling every time he so much as thought of Randy. The older male quickly finished off the meeting and then wired the money to Punk before they caught up on each other's lives.

Punk stood up when he noticed what time it was "Later, John boy. I know you have a busy day today." He grinned a bit and left the male's office after a light pat to John's shoulder. The younger man stretched once the elevator doors closed behind him and pulled his phone out to call Morrison as soon as he got out to the main lobby.

Morrison huffed when he heard the loud music even over his blender, glaring at his phone and letting it ring as he finished making the smoothie. He walked over and picked up the phone without checking who it was.

"Hey, Pretty Boy. Got some bad and good news."

"Ugh. Bad news first."

"You got your ass outta bed for nothing this early."

He set his glass down hard, glaring at the calendar to make sure it was Friday "What do you mean?!"

"John Boy decided to cancel your meeting.. he just let me know oh.. and your money should be on your account already."

Morrison pouted, "The good news?"

"You get to spend your day with me today instead."

The brunette chuckled though he was already running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was presentable "Do I?"

"Yeah. I'll be at the coffee shop. –Hurry up."

Morrison opened his mouth to speak but the younger male had already hung up. He huffed again and finished drinking his smoothie before running up the stairs. It was hard to ignore the feeling of warmth that spread through him but John managed to live with it as he put on a 'casual' outfit that consisted of his tightest, flashiest jeans and an equally tight dark shirt that had little rhinestone designs on the back. "Shit." He muttered, realizing just how fucked he was with Punk as he stared into the mirror and realized he only looked this good when he knew he was getting money or gifts out of a situation.

Punk sat down at a booth next to a window, taking a drink of his tea as he stared out the window. Minutes passed and Punk didn't really move at all other than to take sips from his drink. His mind was clouded with too many things: John, Colt, Money, his shop, meetings. It wasn't until he heard the indignant little huff that he looked up and saw Morrison approaching the booth. His breath hitched, mind going completely blank for the moment when their gazes locked; then he slowly scanned his gaze down the man's body, appreciating his sculpted physique and how even Morrison's hair was perfectly styled today.

Morrison was nervous and felt stupid for dressing up like this for a lunch date but when he saw the look of awe on Punk's face it was all worth it. He felt his cheeks flush but reveled in the attention he was getting. The elder even ran his fingers through his hair when he noticed the blond staring at it, giggling softly when Punk's gaze suddenly turned back to Morrison's eyes. "Nice to see you too."

Punk rolled his eyes, gesturing to the seat across from him "Shut up."

Morrison shook his head and instead scooted in next to Punk, smiling wide as he placed a soft kiss on the male's cheek. "Make me."

Punk glared at the brunette, "Watch yourself, Pretty Boy, I'll have you begging in no time."

Morrison blushed, shaking his head and for once not knowing what to say. Instead he looked down and chuckled softly, "…tease."

The whisper made him grin, shaking his head as he nudged John softly "Nah.. I'd be teasing if I let you know that I wanted to fuck your brains out tonight but we can't because you have an appointment and I have a meeting of my own."

He whined quietly, "Fucker."

"Not my fault you like scheduling appointments on Fridays."

He glared at Punk then huffed as he stood up and moved to the other side of the booth, knowing damn well his self-control was nonexistent when it came to this man and he'd be willing to bend over right now if the blond asked.

Punk grinned, patting the male's hand across the table "I'll tell you what, come over my place if you're not too tired after your appointment and we'll see how it goes?"

"Sure. If anything we can keep watching AHS?" he asked hopefully, remembering how calm it felt to even be next to Punk with nothing hanging over them.

"Sure."

The rest of their 'date' went by smoothly and with only occasional teasing from both of them. It wasn't until around 4:30 that Punk sighed and excused himself because he had to go talk to Colt and he knew that would be more stress. Before he left he did cup Morrison's face and give the male a soft kiss, "I'll see you later? Let me know if you don't feel up to coming, okay?"

"Yeah. See ya, Punky."

He grinned and shook his head as he left the shop and began the few blocks walk to the arcade.

…

John shook his hand hesitantly, nodding at the owner and releasing his grip once Vince sat down.

"I know you've been busy.."

John swallowed and nodded, opening his mouth to speak but being silenced by the man.

"I arranged this so I could talk to you not so I could listen. Now.. you might want to take a few notes.."

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