Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.
Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).
Chapter Four
Randy walked back to the Legacy locker room after his confrontation with Batista in the ring. As he passed an opened utility door, he was quickly dragged in. He kicked and struggled in the assailant's grasp. He was soon slammed against a wall and lips pressed roughly against his while hands roamed. Randy tried to get away, to fight back, but his attacker was stronger than him. He could taste the man as he shoved his tongue into his mouth. Just as quickly as it started, the assault ended.
Randy stood outside the utility room, bewildered. He looked around as anger raged though his body. He turned to the closed door and tried to open the door but found that it was locked.
"Damnit!" He punched and kicked the door before he gave up.
He stormed to the locker room, burst through the door, and started to wreck the place. Cody and Ted backed away from him and went to stand outside.
Mike walked by with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and stared at them. They pointed and he looked in. Shaking his head, he entered the destroyed room and closed the door behind him. Cody and Ted stared on with shock written all over their faces.
"Randy," Mike called.
The older man ignored him.
"Randy?"
Randy flipped over the benches and kicked at the lockers.
Mike looked around, placing his gym bag on the ground, and found a small overturned wastebasket. He filled it with cold water and went back out. He threw the water onto the raging man.
Randy stopped and turned his wild eyes to him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asked, throwing the basket down.
The older man snarled at him.
"Look at this place." The blond waved his hand over the room. "What did Batista do? Did Ted and Cody say something to you? Fuck, what did the world did to you this time?"
Randy worked his jaw back and forth.
"Is it the marriage? I'm not comfortable with it either if it makes you feel better."
Randy glared at him.
Cody and Ted had their ears to the door and heard Mike saying something about the marriage. The two stared at each other and smirked. They ran down the hallway.
"I can't believe they got married," Cody snickered.
"You know what they say about Vegas," Ted said.
"Randy and Mizzy sitting in a tree," Cody sang. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."
Shad, one of the members of Cryme Tyme, was playing with his phone when he heard Cody singing. He looked at them and shrugged his shoulders. He was not the only one that heard Cody. Several Divas heard him singing and they began to talk amongst themselves.
"I was assaulted in a utility room," Randy finally said.
Mike replied, "You have to tell Vince."
"Tell him what, that I couldn't fight back? That I was weak? That I allowed some person manhandle me?" Randy asked. "I can't do that."
"Well, what are you going to do?" Mike asked as he turned over a bench to sit down.
"I don't know."
"Well, whatever you think of, let me and John know. If you don't want to tell John what happened, them let me know. I'll help you out as best I can.
Randy nodded.
Mike smiled and went to retrieve his bag. "If you want, you can come by to my room later tonight a play some card games."
"I'll think about it."
Mike left Randy to his thoughts. As he walked through the hallway people who were still in the arena stared at him. He became aware of this and gripped his bag tighter. He made it to his rental and found "Just Married" scribbled around the back windshield.
"What the—" he breathed.
Jeff came running to him. "Dude..."
Mike looked to him.
"I just heard from one of the Divas saying that you and Randy are married."
"What?"
Jeff nodded.
"I didn't tell anyone."
"John and I haven't as well."
Mike cringed. Their secret was partially out and he did not know what to do.
Meanwhile, Cena ran to the Legacy locker room and did not bother to knock. He took in the sight of the wrecked room. Randy came out showers with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Get dressed," John said. "Hurry."
Randy stared at his best friend and nodded. After he was dressed, Cena nearly his friend dragged to his own car.
"Cena, what the hell?" Randy asked.
"Dude, did you talk?" John asked. "Did you say anything?"
"Huh?"
"One of the stagehands was saying something about you and Mike going to Vegas and getting hitched."
"WHAT?"
Cena asked.
"Fuck me," Randy groaned.
"Get in," John ordered.
He did and they both drove back to the hotel.
"How could have this have happened?" Randy asked.
"You don't think that one of the wrestlers or Divas were in Vegas, you do?" John questioned.
Randy's eyes grew wide. "What if some of them were?"
"Damn! Well, at least they think you and Mike are married. They don't have to know the full truth."
"I didn't want anyone to know I had a shotgun wedding."
"Too late now."
"Why is this happening to me?" He stared out the passenger side window. "Oh, fuck!"
"What?"
"Vince..."
John nodded. "We'll think of something."
"Could this get any worse?"
John shook his head. He got to the hotel and parked. "You want to make a run for it or go through the service door?"
"Service door."
Both men stared at each other and nodded. They grabbed their bags and booked it. Lucky for them, some of the service hands were outside smoking. They slipped in and walked through the hallway to the bustling kitchen. The smell of food beckoned them, but they did not have time for that. They got to the service elevator and took it to Randy's floor. The two quickly made it to his room and sat on the bed.
"I can't believe this shit," Randy said, staring at the ground. "First, I get drunk and end up married. Second, it's to the Big Red Machine. Third, Mike has a crush on me. Forth, I almost got sexually assaulted. And now, this."
"Wait," Cena said. "You got sexually assaulted?"
"Shit." Randy gave his friend the blow by blow of what happened.
Cena sat, stunned. "Why is this happening to you?"
Randy fell backwards onto his bed.
There was a knock on the door and John went to answer.
"Hey, sweetie." He kissed Jeff and let him in.
Jeff dragged Mike by the wrist. Mike had a scowl on his face and his hood to his hoodie was up. Randy had propped himself on his elbows to watch them.
"What's wrong with you?" Randy asked.
Mike pulled back the hood to reveal his calico cat ears. "He made me wear them."
"I think he looks adorable," Jeff replied.
Mike sat Indian-style on the floor and huffed. John and Jeff sat on the bed with Randy.
"Stop sulking," Jeff said with a roll of his eyes.
The blond turned his back on them as another knock came.
"Who is it?" Randy asked.
"Mark and Glenn," Mark answered.
Randy ran to the door. "Any news?"
Mark shook his head. Randy sighed and let them in. The older man stopped and stared at Mike. He started to chuckle.
Glenn looked over and chuckled as well. "Did they get you again?"
"Jeff made me wear them," Mike huffed.
"Why did you keep them?" Glenn asked.
"I don't know."
"I think he looks adorable," Jeff defended.
Mark sat down beside Mike and reached up to touch the ears. Mike watched him from the corner of his eyes.
"Why are you guys here?" Randy asked as he went back to the spot on his bed.
"Bored," Glenn answered as he sat on the floor close to Randy. "Our taping isn't till tomorrow. Wanted to do something beside stay in our hotel room."
"You could have went to a bar," Randy suggested.
"No," Mark firmly replied. "I do not want to wake up with love bites on my neck."
Mike chuckled at this.
"Just because I did it to Randy doesn't mean I'll do it to you," Glenn said. "You're my brother. That would be disgusting."
Glenn laid his head down on the edge of the bed and Randy could feel the warmth next to his thigh. He looked down at him.
Mark stopped caressing the ears and looked behind him. "So...I heard."
"We both heard," Glenn replied.
Randy grumbled, "Damn gossipers."
"We think a Diva or another wrestler was Vegas and that's how everyone knows," John replied.
"If there was, then they would know that Mark and Mike are together as well as Randy and Glenn," Jeff stated.
"True," John breathed. "This shit is fucked up."
"As much as I like having you guys in my room, I would like to get some sleep," Randy said.
"Hey, I got some games from the Convention, if you guys want to try them out," Mike offered.
"Sounds like fun," Mark said as he stood. He helped Mike up.
The blond placed his hood back on. They followed Mike back to his room.
Randy stared at the door and went to lock it. He jumped in the shower real quick to try and clear his mind, dressed in boxers, and climbed into bed. He stared at the ceiling as his mind wandered to Glenn. The older man was nice enough, but Randy could not phantom letting the man dominate him in bed. The ring was a whole different story. They were co-workers and can go their separate ways. Now, they were married and Randy loved to be the dominate one in the sack.
The Viper sighed and tried to sleep.
…
After several rounds of "Munchkin" and laughs, John and Jeff left the three alone to do what ever.
"That was really fun," Mark said as he read over the cards.
"I can't believe you did that to me," Glenn complained. "I'm your brother. You're supposed to be helping me out here."
"Hey, what can I say?" Mark asked. "I had 'The Other Ring'. The monster got too much for me to handle."
"Yeah, right," Glenn said. "With our powers combined..."
"You're Captain Planet," Mike quickly said.
Mark laughed.
"Shut up, Mike," Glenn replied with a smile on his face. "Bro, we could have taken the monster."
"Monsters," Mike corrected.
"Whatever." Glenn stood. "I'm going to the vending machines. Want anything?"
Mark and Mike shook their heads.
Glenn left.
Mark watched as Mike put the game up. The blond placed it with his other games.
"How many games do you have?" Mark questioned.
"Three card games and a table-top game," Mike answered.
Mark nodded. "What else do you have?"
"'Chez Geek,' 'Honor of the Samurai,' and 'Fireborn.'"
"Can I see?"
Mike pulled out the other games for Mark to look at.
Glenn made his way back from the vending machine and to Randy's door. He knew why he was there. He found the young man attractive and wanted to dominate him. Glenn wanted to make Randy his by any means necessary. He knocked and waited.
The door opened and a very sleepy Randy stared up at him.
"Huh?" fell from Randy's lips before he was shoved back in.
The door slammed shut and was locked. Glenn was on Randy before the young man's mind could register what was happening. Glenn's lips were locked onto Randy's. He was rough and wanted more from the young man. He nipped and sucked on his lower lip, wanting entry to Randy's mouth.
Randy's eyes grew wide when his mind caught up. He beat on Glenn's chest, trying to make him stop.
Glenn bit down harder and Randy groaned in pain. This gave Glenn what he was wanting. He ravaged Randy's mouth, exploring it. Randy tasted the older man and he was sweet, not like the attacker who tasted of cigarettes and beer. Randy closed his eyes and enjoyed the kiss.
The larger man gently pushed his husband to the bed. He lay on top of him never breaking the kiss.
"I...need...to breathe," Randy managed through the kiss.
Glenn pulled up and stared down at him.
They panted and slowly their breathing became slow and even. Randy gazed up at the older man.
"I'm not ready," he said.
"I know," Glenn replied as he leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I'll take my time, but for right now..."
With what seemed like inhuman speed, Glenn latched onto Randy's neck. He kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped. Randy moaned at the feeling and attention Glenn was giving him.
Mark read through the game book of "Honor of the Samurai" and loved the concept and history that it provided. He looked to Mike to tell him about how to play the game but saw that the blond had curled up beside him and was asleep. Mark smiled and gently pulled away. He lifted his husband into his arms and placed him in his bed. He stripped the youngster and folded his clothes neatly.
"Mark," Mike cooed in his sleep.
"Yes," Mark quietly said.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Of course." Mark stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.
Mike turned onto his side and scooted over to him. Mark pulled the younger man against his chest. He brushed his lips against Mike's left shoulder and kissed his neck. The blond whimpered and pressed his back harder against the man's chest. Mark hugged him and Mike turned in the embrace so they were chest to chest. He kissed Mark's chin and settled down. Mark stared at the sleeping face. He smiled and leaned forward to gently brush his lips against Mike's. The blond tilted his head up and pursed his lips together. Mark fully kissed him and began to settle down himself.