Sleepless Nights

Disclaimer: I do wanna own HHH, but not Randy. Unfortunatly its never gonna happen exept perhaps in my dreams.

Author's Note: On a role? Yeah I'd say so. Man I love you guys. I thank ya all for the great reviews I've been getting and I hope you guys'll keep it up. :D So on we go with the story.

"I'm tired." Randy moaned, laying in bed late at night with his lover.

"Then go to sleep." his lover, Hunter groaned, burying his head in his pillow.

"I can't, I've tried." Randy whined. Hunter sighed and sat up. He looked over at his young lover. Randy had dark bags under his eyes, he looked exhausted. But there was something else as well that Hunter could detect in the depths of his lover's eyes.

"Come 'ere." Hunter mumered, holding out his arms for the younger man. Gratefully, Randy settled himself against Hunter's chest, listening to the steady rythem of his heartbeat.

"What's wrong Randy?" Hunter asked.

"Nothings wrong Hunt." Randy replied.

"Bullshit." Hunter countered "the only times you can't sleep is A) their's something wrong or B) you're worried about something so again Randy, what's wrong?" Randy sighed and burrowed his head deeper into Hunter's chest. Hunter pulled him up and looked into the younger wrestler's eyes.

"Randy?" Randy lowered his head and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and said

"My father." Instantly, Hunter's temper began to rise. He hated that man with everything he had. When Randy had been a small boy, Bob Orton Jr. had beat his son.He was always drunk and never really cared for the boy. And that was just when he was home, which in of itself was a rarety.

When Randy had revealed that he liked men instead of women and that he was dating Hunter, Bob had beat Randy nearly to death. Hunter had sat by his Baby's bedside day and night for nearly a month as Randy healed in his drug induced coma. Seeing all of those tubes and wires connected to his Randy had made Hunter feel so helpless. Hunter had never really liked hospitals but now he hated them. Any sight of one brought back the horrifying image of his lover lying on sterile sheets and fighting for his life.

"What'd he do, he's supposed to be in prison?"

"They...they let him out. Let him out for good behavior and...and he called. Called before my match. Told me that 'a fag like me was no son of his.' He disowned me and said...said if he ever saw me again he'd...he'd kill me for sure this time." Randy shivered and once again buried his face in Hunter's chest. Hunter held him tightly as Randy began to cry.

"Shhhh Randy." he soothed, rocking his hysterical lover back and forth in an attempt to calm him.

"Baby you don't need him and I promise you he'll never touch you again. I promise I'll protect you." Randy nodded and wipped his eyes.

"Really? You won't let him...?"

"No, I promise." Randy sniffed and nodded again.

"Thank you Hunter." Hunter pulled Randy fully into his lap and let him lay his head on his shoulder.

"I love you Randy, I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want you to get hurt and I hate to see you hurting like this. I will always be here to love and protect you."

"I love you too Hunter." Randy mumbled. Hunter looked at him, curious at his slightly slurred tone, to find that Randy had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and pulled the covers over the two of them. Within minutes he had also fallen asleep, holding his lover tightly in his arms as though protecting him from the world.

THE END