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 Six

During their house shows, Randy and Mike made sure to get a room together with separate beds just in case their husbands came for a visit. While rooming, they discussed Sunday dinner with Jeff on the phone. It was decided that Randy would be responsible for the meat, Mike was in charge of the side dishes, and Jeff would do dessert.

Mike looked over the list of what the foods that they would be making. It was going to be a barbeque. Randy was going to grill ribs, chicken, and steak even though it was cold outside. Jeff wanted to bake a Caramel cake, a Red Velvet cake, and, for Mike, a Chocolate cake. Mike had plans to make potato salad, cole slaw, cucumber salad, and a special kind of Mac and Cheese. He also decided to make some mixed drinks.

"This is going to be great," Mike said as he made out his ingredient list.

Randy nodded.

Mike looked up at him. "Thanks for letting us stay at your house."

"Not a problem," Randy replied. "Might as well spend some time with our husbands."

"True." Mike laid down on his bed.

"So, you have a crush on me?" Randy asked staring at him.

"Had," Mike corrected.

"Oh."

"Yeah. For one thing, you never gave me a chance. Why? Because like everyone else, you just see me as a Reality Star Reject. You didn't bother to get to know me. Ever. You just kept snipping at me and didn't even want me on the trip. I'm sorry I'm not like everyone else. I'm sorry I'm not perfect enough for someone like you."

Mike got up from the bed and grabbed his hoodie, wallet, and key card. "I'm sorry...that I'm not like Cody." He slammed the door behind him.

Randy stared at the door and a pang of hurt and guilt tugged at him. He did see Mike as a Reality Star Reject. He never really bothered in getting to know him. To have everything get thrown back in his face, hurt him very much. He was starting to like the blond since they've been spending most of their time with each other.

A knock came and Randy shook his head before answering it. He stared at Cena.

"A lover's spat?" his friend asked with a smile on his face.

"You can say that," Randy replied, letting his friend in.

Mike spent several hours at a bar, drinking his pain and anger away. He looked at his phone and saw several texts from Cena, Mark, and Randy. He had ten voice-mails. He listened to them. One was from Mark asking about how he was doing, three were from Cena looking for him, and the rest were from Randy apologizing and asking him to come back. He shook his head and slid his phone back into his pocket.

"I think you had enough," the bartender said.

Mike nodded. "But I don't care."

"Heart-broken?"

"Something like that," the blond replied. "Being married sucks."

"That's why it's marriage. It sucks the life and fun right out of ya."

Mike smiled. "Can I get another shot?"

The bartender nodded and Mike chugged it. He paid his tab and slowly stood. He was a bit wobbly on his feet but managed to walk out of the door. Since the hotel was just twenty minutes away by foot and he did walk to the bar, Mike decided it would be best to walk so he could sober up. His ice blues took in the nightlife: the zooming cars, the warm bodies going to or coming from bars and nightclubs, and professionals trying to sell their wares and not get caught at the same time.

The wind blew and he shivered. He wished he had brought something thicker than his hoodie, but he left in such a hurry and angry that he did not think about it. He shrunk deeper into the fabric, trying to get warm. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he looked around. Upon not seeing anything, he quickened his step.

Mike was grabbed from behind and slammed into a wall. He was punched and kicked. He fell to the ground trying to protect himself by curling into a ball and protecting his face.

His attacker grabbed his chin and lifted him up.

"Batista?" Mike questioned.

"Tell your husband to watch his back," the Animal growled before delivering more blows.

…

Mark paced Randy's and Mike's room while his brother sat on Randy's bed with Randy next to him. Cena was on Mike's bed, texting his friend again.

"Where the hell is he?" Mark asked. "It's nearly three o'clock in the morning."

"I'm sorry," Randy said for the hundredth time.

Mark cut his eyes to him. "It's not your fault." He stopped and placed his hands on his hips, eyes staring at nothing. "I'm going to go look for him." He grabbed his jacket and jerked the door open.

Mike stood there, dried blood and tears streaked his face.

"Mike," Mark breathed.

The blond looked up at him. "Mark."

The large man took the smaller man into his arms and pulled him inside. The other three men stood up as Mark escorted Mike in.

"I'll get the shower ready," Cena said and went into the bathroom. Sounds of running water could be heard.

Mark lead the young man to the spacious bathroom and slowly stripped him.

"The water's ready," Cena said over his shoulder.

Mike nodded and stepped in. He slowly washed his face to clean the blood off.

"Get him some clothes please," Mark said.

Cena nodded and left.

Mark waited in the bathroom until Mike was finished showering. The young man pulled the curtain back and his husband could see bruises forming on Mike's body. His ribs got the brute of the attack.

"Could you please hand me a towel?" Mike asked and Mark did so.

A knock came at the door and Mark answered it. He took the pajamas and boxers that Cena gave him.

"Here," Mark said, handing the clothes over to the blond.

Mike slowly dressed, ribs tender and body aching. They left the bathroom and Mike crawled into his bed.

"Who did this to you?" Mark asked.

"Batista," Mike answered. "He said that I need to tell Randy to watch his back."

…

Randy stood in the Legacy locker room, eyes Mike. He sat down next to him. "I'm sorry."

The blond looked up from the instruction book of "Honor of the Samurai."

"What you said was correct and I'm sorry," Randy repeated.

Mike shook his head and looked back down.

Randy grabbed his chin and turned his face to his own to examine Mike's bruised face.

Cody and Ted entered.

"Are you guys going to kiss?" Cody teased.

"Shut it," Randy commanded. "I have a job for you two tonight."

"What is it?" Ted folded his arms over his chest.

"Batista decided to get handsy with my husband," Randy said. "He has to pay."

"Dave did that to you?" Cody asked.

Mike nodded.

"What do want us to do?" Ted asked.

"Interfere in the match," Randy said.

"But you'll get disqualified," Cody protested.

"That's fine. I want you two to help me with his beat down," Randy said.

The two stared at Mike's face and nodded.

"Mr. Orton, you have five minutes," a stagehand called.

Randy nodded. "Stay here."

The three Legacy members left.

Mike sighed and turned the monitor on to watch the fight. He felt slightly giddy after hearing what Randy said but knew that he was trying to make things right. He watched as Ted and Cody ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. All three members stomped and punched on Batista. Randy backed off and waited his boys were done. When they backed off, Randy gave Batista a punt to the skull.

Randy motioned for a mic, leaned close to Batista, and spoke, "If you ever lay a hand on my husband again, I'll punt you so hard that you'll never wake up."

Randy dropped the mic and slid out of the ring with the crowd cheering. He made his way to the locker room. Mike looked up as he entered.

"You didn't have to do that," Mike said.

"Yeah, I did," Randy said with a smirk. "I'm going to take a shower. We need to go to hop on the plane and head to the grocery store."

Mike nodded and waited. They had already packed up their stuff and loaded up the rental.

After thirty minutes, Randy came out of the shower fully dressed. "Let's go."

…

Randy, John, and Mike unloaded the rental and started to put everything up after John and Mike were given rooms and placed sheets on their beds. Randy went ahead and started to marinate the meats for their. Even though there was snow on the ground, Randy did not mind grilling in the snow. Like any other male, he loved to grill no matter the weather.

"When will they get here?" John asked.

"Within the hour," Mike replied.

"What kind of mac and cheese are you making tomorrow?" Randy asked as he rubbed down the ribs.

"It's a surprise," Mike said, putting all his ingredients away. "Could you help me put Jeff's stuff up?"

John nodded and helped.

"Do you have any liquor, Randy?" Mike asked.

"Yup," he replied moving onto the chicken. "Why?"

"I was thinking about making mixed drinks."

"Randy has a liquor store in his bar," Cena informed.

"Nice."

A knock at the door came.

"They're early," John said as he went to answer the door.

From the kitchen, Mike and Randy could make out their friends' voices. Mark and Glenn came into view.

"Hi," Mike and Randy greeted.

Glenn went over to his husband and kissed his temple. Mark walked over to Mike and gave him a hug.

"I'm almost finished," Randy told Glenn. "Could you wrap you the meat and place them into the fridge?"

Glenn nodded and did as he was told.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," Mike said. He started to pull on Mark's hand. "I'll show you our room."

The older man went along and grabbed his luggage.

Glenn chuckled at the sight. "They actually do make a cute couple."

Randy nodded as he washed his hands.

"What's wrong?"

"I just feel so guilty about what happened to Mike."

"It's not your fault. I saw what you and your boys did Batista. Impressive."

Randy smirked as he wrapped up the steaks and placed the dish into the fridge. "Come on."

Glenn grabbed his things and followed his husband.

Mike stood in the shower, enjoying the water. He slowly stroked himself to relieve his sexual tension. It had been a while since he masturbated or gotten any. His mind played the memory of Mark and Glenn naked. He threw his head back as felt his release coming. Another hand gripped his member and Mike popped his eyes open. He took in the tattooed arm and looked over his shower to stared into Mark's eyes.

"You were taking too long," he said, "so I decided to join you."

Mark began to stroke Mike, who moaned. The blond licked his lips and placed his head onto Mark's shoulder as he pressed his back into the older man's chest.

"Faster...please," Mike begged.

Mark increased his speed. Mike moaned out his release and leaned against his husband for balance. He could feel Mark's cock poking him.

"Palms against the wall and lean forward," Mark firmly ordered.

Mike nodded and did as he was told as Mark smeared lube onto his fingers. Mike bit down on his bottom lip when he felt a finger enter. He slowly breathed trying to ignore the pain. Mark had his other hand on Mike's lower back to steady him. The older man slowly fingered the blond until his placed a second finger in. He tried to stretch him as much as possible.

Mike rocked his hips back. "More."

Mark slid his fingers out and lubed himself up. He slowly penetrated into Mike's tight heat, letting out a moan of his own. Mike pressed his forehead against the tile, squeezing his eyes shut. Mark stopped pushing when he was fully in his husband. He waited until Mike rocked against him. The older man snapped his hips causing Mike to mewl out in pleasure and pain. The Deadman started off slow and then quicken his pace. Mike clawed at the tiles trying to grab of hold of something, anything. Mark shifted and roughly drove in. Mike yelled out in pleasure.

"There it is," Mark growled and started to hit Mike's bundle.

Mike came again with a loud moan and clamped down around Mark. The older man grunted and pushed hard until he came. Mike could feel his husband's member twitch inside him and then stilled. Mark had his forehead against Mike's shoulder.

"We should get out of the shower," Mike stated.

Mark grunted and slowly pulled out. Mike turned to face him with his half closed lids. He gave his husband a crocked smile. He reached for him and gave him a kiss. They quickly washed up, dried off, and went to bed.

Glenn lay on top of Randy, ravaging his mouth. The younger man roamed his hands over Glenn's back and massaged certain areas. They pulled apart to breathe.

"I hate you," Randy panted.

"Really?"

"We should be asleep."

Glenn nodded and smiled. He went down for another kiss, but Randy turned his head. Glenn moved in the direction and tired again, but Randy tossed his head to the other side. His husband grabbed his chin and turned Randy to face him.

"No," Randy growled and pushed the Big Red Machine off of him. With a laugh, he tried to scramble out of bed.

Glenn caught him by the waist and pulled him back.

"No!" Randy tried to pull away from him.

Glenn growled and pulled him onto his lap. Randy could feel his husband's hard-on through his boxers and Randy wiggled his hips.

Glenn let out a sigh and warned, "If you don't stop, I'll take you by force."

Randy smirked and continued to wiggle. His husband threw him aside, laid on top of him, and pinned Randy's wrist down. Randy stared at him with surprise and fear in his eyes. He could feel Glenn's member through the fabric of their underwear against his entrance. Glenn placed Randy's wrists above his head and held them with one hand. He gripped Randy's briefs and ripped them off.

Randy yelped and stared into Glenn's face and saw that Glenn had became Kane. This realization caused Randy to thrash about under the monster. Kane laughed as he pulled down his boxers and pressed against Randy's pucker.

He leaned close to Randy's ear and whispered, "I'll never do anything to hurt you." He let Randy's wrists go and rolled over onto his back, pulling up his boxers.

Randy laid there, eyes wide. He turned his head to look at Glenn, whose eyes were closed. Randy slowly sat up still looking at his husband. He gave a small smile and scooted next to Glenn. He wrapped Glenn's arm around himself and laid his head on his husband's chest.

"Sorry," Randy said.

Glenn chuckled and kissed Randy's head.

The smaller man took out his husband's cock and slowly stroked him. Glenn let out a sigh. Randy smiled and quickened his work. He ran his thumb over the leaking head. Soon, Randy could see Glenn's balls tighten and so he took Glenn's member into his mouth. Glenn thrust up and came into Randy's mouth. The younger man drank it all down and went back to his place.

"You didn't have to do that," Glenn said.

"I know," Randy replied, "but I wanted to."

They kissed and settled down to sleep.

Jeff slowly rode Cena as they stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you," John said.

"I love you too," Jeff replied.

Jeff stopped and ground his hips causing John to let out a load moan.

"You're such a tease," John breathed.

"You love it."

John nodded.

The Rainbow Warrior smiled and decided that his boyfriend had enough torture. Jeff placed his hands on John's thighs and bucked his hips.

"Yeah, baby. Ride me!"

John met the force of Jeff's hips with thrusts of his own. Cena took his lover's member into his hand and stroked him until Jeff came onto his chest and stomach. John grabbed a hold of Jeff's hips and slammed him down hard as he came within. Jeff leaned forward and brushed his hair out of his face.

"That was great," John replied.

Jeff nodded as he slid out off his boyfriend. He watched as Cena went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back and laid back down. He gathered Jeff into his arms. They lazily kissed each other until sleep claimed them.