Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Lily and Madison.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Storyline Fanfic, Past Mpreg, etc.

The way Randy fit beneath him, lithe, tattooed arms hooked around his neck, strong legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place... It was a kind of perfection that almost made Hunter sad, because it reminded him of what he'd once had, what he was fairly certain was lost forever.

Somewhere along the line, Randy had lost his pants and Hunter's were down just far enough to free his aching length. This was far from the pleasant experience of making love, where each carefully divested the other of their clothes, kissing every inch of exposed flesh, whispering sweet nothings as the initial pain of penetration melted away into mind-numbing pleasure. This was two people seeking comfort in the carnal act of sex.

Randy's blue eyes are broken and Hunter can smell the faint scent of wine clinging to his lips as he trails down, gently nipping at his chin, his throat, his collar bone. Large hands lazily toy with the hem of a shirt that won't be coming off. They're trying to remove the intimacy that is undoubtedly connected with sex, trying to deny that what they're doing is something more than fucking. It gets harder when Randy spreads his legs and silently urges Hunter to take him.

"You have a condom?" Randy asked. This was the first time that it occurred to Hunter that he did not, in fact, have any protection on him. Why would he? The only one he'd been sleeping with was Mark - and why would they need protection after all this time?

He swallowed hard, suddenly afraid that this would mean an end to everything - that Randy would call it off and they'd return to being cordial co-workers who never once spoke of what had almost happened that one night long ago. Still, he couldn't lie to him. "No, I don't."

Randy was silent for a moment, and Hunter's worry mounted. Finally, he merely shrugged, "Fine. I don't have any problems going without."

Hunter's eyes widened, but he didn't voice any possible reservations about going bareback. It was a proven fact that both men were carriers, and Randy was young enough that the odds of him getting pregnant were fairly high. Carriers weren't known to have cycles of fertility, but rather a base level of fertility that was effective every time they had sex. In other words, accidental pregnancies among carriers were unfortunately high. And given Randy's struggles as of late, perhaps this wasn't the best idea.

Randy, seemingly able to read Hunter's mind and know what was troubling him, said, "Please... Trust me, I wouldn't ask if I didn't know the possible consequences."

And damn if Hunter wasn't turned on by that desperate, pleading tone. Randy was pleading with him with those sad, desperate eyes and Hunter just didn't seem to have enough wits left about him to deny him. "Okay." He nods once, throwing caution out the window.

He tries to prep Randy, but the Viper won't let him. He just spread his legs wider and pressed his heels into the small of Hunter's back, encouraging him. Not liking the idea of hurting Randy, but realizing that his hesitation would get him nowhere, he lined himself up with Randy's entrance and thrust - he didn't pause to allow the taller man to adjust, merely thrust his entire length in in one smooth movement.

Their movements were hurried and forceful, lacking any of the refinement that they would've had with their respective partners. Randy drew his nails down Hunter's back, throwing his head back against the bed as Hunter hit that spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. The low groan of the bed and the wet smack of flesh against flesh were the only sounds in the lonely hotel room.

And then suddenly, Randy's back arched and he was crying out Hunter's name, cum splashing over his belly as he reached completion. Feeling Randy's channel clamp down on him was all that it took to send Hunter over the edge, and with a mumbled "Fuck..." he filled Randy with his seed.

He pulled out with a wet pop, flopping down beside Randy on the bed. As they both began to drift off, he thought he heard Randy mumble, "Thank you."

Hunter nodded once, "You're welcome." And then he let sleep take him.

The Next Morning

"We really don't have to do this, you know." Daniel said. But he knew that it was pointless, trying to talk Phil out of it. Phil had that familiar, determined look on his face that meant he was going to follow through with his decision or die trying. Daniel sincerely hoped it didn't get to the latter.

"Daniel," Phil gave him a meaningful look, "I've met a lot of assholes in my life. And Hunter is by no means the biggest asshole I've met." He turned and knocked on the door, "The trick to dealing with them is giving as good as you get. Backing down from confrontation is the same as letting them win."

Honestly, Daniel had no idea as to what he was expecting, but he could definitely say that it wasn't to see a half-naked Randy Orton open the door to Hunter's hotel room. His eyes widened as he took in the Viper's clearly disheveled appearance. He briefly entertained the idea that Randy didn't know how obvious it was that he'd gotten laid the night before, but quickly cast it aside. Nobody could be that clueless. The more obvious choice? He knew, and simply didn't care.

"You need somethin'?" He slurred, obviously having just woken up. He looked between the two of them, wondering who was going to be the first to speak up.

Phil frowned, obviously a little put-off by Randy's uncharacteristic behavior. But he shoved his uncomfortableness aside and said, "Yeah. I need to talk to Hunter. He around?"

The door opened a little wider and an equally disheveled Hunter came into view, "What'd you want, Phil? This isn't exactly the best time."

"Look, I could really care less about where you stick your dick. It's not my problem and I'm not the one that's gonna have to deal with the fallout. I'm here because of your little heart-to-heart with my fiancé." Phil said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hunter nodded, "This probably isn't a conversation to be having in the middle of the hallway." Not to mention the fact that he didn't want to deal with any complaints from the people in the surrounding rooms should things get heated. "Why don't you come inside?"

The door opened a little wider and Phil and Daniel entered inside. Randy took that opportunity to wander off, muttering something under his breath about needing to take a shower. Hunter vanished momentarily as well, returning wearing a tattered blue bathrobe that was concealing most of the evidence of his wild, extramarital activities from the night before. He started brewing a fresh pot of coffee, before opening a small folder on the nearby counter and handing something to Phil.

"I've been meaning to give those to you for awhile now, but with conflicting schedules and everything..." he rubbed the back of his neck, watching as Phil carefully inspected the two WrestleMania tickets Hunter had taunted him with what seemed like an eternity ago. "Consider this my... apology."

Phil raised an eyebrow, "Your apology? The high and mighty Hunter Helmsley actually apologizing for something? It's a sign of the apocalypse."

Hunter didn't take the bait, which was surprising in and of itself. "I know I have a lot to make up for, and that complimentary tickets to WrestleMania don't really mean shit in the long run. I've stepped on a lot of heads to get to where I am now and I've hurt a lot of people. I hurt you, Phil."

"It doesn't matter." Phil tried to brush it off as if it were nothing, but Daniel could see the truth in his eyes. "Actually, I was planning on taking you up on the tickets anyway, sick joke or not."

Daniel interrupted, "If Phil does come to WrestleMania, I want him protected. The last thing I want to hear is that he was hurt by one of your goons."

"We wouldn't hurt a pregnant man. We have some standards." Hunter said, almost sounding offended. "But if you want my word, you have it. Nobody'll touch him."

Phil looked surprised, but whether this was due to Hunter's declaration that the Authority had standards or that he would be under Hunter's personal protection that night, it was hard to tell. Nonetheless, he was beginning to see what Daniel had meant when he said that he'd talked to Hunter and that something in the older man had changed. It was almost like, for once, he was starting to respect others instead of demanding that respect for himself.

But Hunter was hardly done with his surprises. Reaching into the same folder he'd been in earlier, he pulled out a thick stack of papers and handed them to Daniel. Daniel frowned, confused. But he didn't need to be told twice when Hunter urged him to begin reading. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this was a revised contract for their match at WrestleMania... and Triple H was booked to lose.

"Hunter, I don't even know what to say..." he trailed off. At his fiancé's confused look, he handed the contract over so he could read it too.

"You don't have to say anything. This is my way of making amends for everything that's happened. I know I can't go back in time and change the past, but I can make the future better for everyone, all around." Hunter said.

Phil looked at his fiancé, his olive eyes wide. "Do you realize what this means? This changes everything." And makes the fight that they'd been having completely irrelevant.

"Thank you, Hunter." The phrase sounded so painfully familiar, and reminiscent of his time with Randy the night before.

"No reason to thank me." He was interrupted by the coffee pot, loudly proclaiming that the coffee had finished brewing. "Now that we've gotten all of the heavy stuff out of the way... coffee anyone?"

Mark looked at the calendar, clutching Lily's small hand in his own. "Just three more days, princess. And then all of this will seem like one bad dream."

"The bad man isn't gonna hurt you, is he, Daddy?" Lily looked up at him, her gaze uncertain. She knew what Brock Lesnar was capable of, had seen him hurt her Mommy and Uncle Shawn on numerous occasions. "He's scary, Daddy..."

Mark just shook his head, "Brock Lesnar can't hurt me, honey. Not anymore." Lily merely nodded, sticking her thumb in her mouth. As far as she was concerned, what Mark said was gospel.