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 Eight
Mark stared at Mike and looked to his bruises. The older man pressed his lips into a thin line as anger coursed through his body. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He turned his face away, sitting up. He tried to control his anger as best he could.
"Sorry," Randy whispered as he sat up. "They did a good number on him."
Mark nodded.
"He fought hard though."
"I bet he did." Mark smiled.
"I don't know what what went on between them," Randy said. "I know Morrison and Mike were together, but I don't know what happened between them."
Mark nodded.
Mike began to stir. "Mark?"
"Yes, sweetie," he answered.
"Why are you here?" Mike stretched and yawned.
"I wanted to see you and Glenn wanted to see Randy."
"Oh." The blond sat up, blinking several times. "Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do we have anything to do today?"
"We have signings today at noon."
Mike nodded. He scooted over to his husband. He moved Mark's dark auburn aside so he could kiss the back of his husband's neck. "I wish we can spend some more time together."
"I know. What little time we can spend I'm happy with."
"What time is it?"
Randy looked at his cellphone. "It's nine."
"You wanna take a shower?" Mike asked his husband.
"I thought you never asked," Mark laughed.
Mike wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and his leg's around his husband's waist. Mark laughed as he gave Mike a piggy-back ride to the bathroom.
"Don't stay in there too long," Randy said.
Mark chuckled as he closed the door.
Glenn rubbed Randy's back.
He gave a low purr, "I like that."
"That's why I do it."
Randy laid back down with his head on Glenn's chest. "So, when can I see you again?"
A loud pleasured mewl could be heard.
Glenn shifted a bit.
Randy looked up. "A little more time."
"I'm willing to wait."
"Thank you."
Ten minutes later, Mark and Mike came out. Mike rummaged through his things and pulled out an outfit. Mark grabbed his overnight bag and got out his clothes.
"You want to shower with me?" Randy asked Glenn.
His husband nodded.
"Don't take too long," Mike said. "We're going to IHOP for breakfast."
"Pancakes," Glenn said.
Randy and Glenn walk off to the bathroom, leaving the two to dress.
Mark made Mike's bed after he dressed and sat down on the edge. Mike joined him.
"Have they...yet?" Mike asked.
"Nope," Mark replied wrapping an arm around Mike's waist. "Glenn's willing to wait though."
"That's good." Mike laid his head on Mark's shoulder. "Hey, Mark."
"Hm?"
"Is it too early to say 'I love you'?"
Mark thought a moment. He looked to Mike, whose ice blues stared at him. Mark smiled. "No."
Mike smiled. "Um...sorry for sleeping in Randy's bed...I needed someone beside me."
"You don't have to apologize. I understand."
Mike nodded and leaned up for a kiss.
The door opened and the other couple stepped out. They quickly dressed and the four left for breakfast. They made sure that Randy and Mike sat together. They enjoyed their breakfast before Randy's and Mike's signing. They made the most of it before the Brothers of Destruction had to leave for their taping.
The signing went by somewhat smoothly. Fan-girls squealed happily and asked them questions about their relationship. Cougars groped them when they asked the superstars for hugs. Homophobes shouted hateful slurs at them. The boys took it all in stride.
They went to dinner and talked, trying to get to know each other a little better. The couple made it back to the hotel and packed up to move onto the next city.
Day in and day out, Mike stayed close to Randy as much as possible. He did not want to be caught alone just in case Batista wanted revenge or see Morrison and Punk. At night, they talked to their husbands and slept together in the same bed, hugging each other.
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Three weeks later...
One night after Raw, Randy walked alone to his private locker room that he shared with Mike. His mind was on Glenn and the night that he had planned for them. Tonight was the night that Randy decided that he wanted to fully give himself to his husband. He was nervous and excited.
Hands grabbed Randy and shoved him into a room. It was dark and the air was stale. Randy tried to fight back and scream out but a gag was shoved into his mouth and his attacker was stronger than him. He could feel cold metal being clasped around his wrists. His legs were pried apart and his trunks jerked down. He could feel something press against his entrance.
"Randy!" a familiar voice called.
Randy tried to scream, but it was muffled due to the gag.
The person stopped doing what he was doing. Randy could feel the person get up.
"Randy!"
Randy willed and pleaded with the gods above to let the person find him.
The doorknob jiggled.
Randy tried to scream again. He kicked his legs and thrashed his whole body about trying to make any kind of noise.
The door came off its hinges leaving Glenn in the doorway. Randy stared up at his husband, tears flowing.
Glenn looked at him and let out a primal scream. Mark stood behind him as well as Mike. Mike's eyes grew wide and he rushed in. He took the gag out of Randy's mouth.
"Randy," Mike cooed.
Randy kept his eyes on Mike as he cried.
Mike took hold of the handcuffs and looked around. "There are no keys. Wait. Give me my bag."
Mark did so and watched as Mike pulled out a lock-picking set.
"Why do you have those?" Mark asked.
"When I was younger, I used to lock myself out of my house a lot," Mike explained as he worked on getting the handcuffs unlocked. "Once my friend handcuffed himself to his girlfriend...yeah. Got it!"
The cuffs slid off and Randy rubbed his wrists. He stared at his ruined trunks and shook his head. Glenn took off his shirt and pulled it over Randy's head. He lifted his husband up and carried him to the private locker room. Mike put up his set while Mark waited. They decided to get security so the couple could be left alone.
Glenn set Randy down on the couch. Randy still had not looked at his husband. He was too ashamed to.
"Randy," Glenn said. "Look at me."
Randy shook his head.
"Please."
The young man chewed on his bottom lip before moving his blue-grays to his husband's eyes.
"Do you know who did this to you?"
Randy shook his head as he gulped.
Glenn knelt down in front of him. "Did they hurt you?"
"Only my pride."
The older man gathered his husband into his arms. "This isn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, you know that right?"
Randy nodded slowly.
Glenn got a text explaining that security will be meeting them shortly. "Sweetheart?"
"What?" Randy mumbled into the crook of Glenn's neck.
"Security will be here in a few minutes to ask you what happened, okay?"
The young man nodded and soon, a knock came. Glenn went to answer it and a security guards came in followed by two police officers. They questioned Randy for thirty minutes, trying to get him to recall anything from the attack. They left and Randy was able to take a shower.
The Viper stood underneath the cascading hot water. He tried to scrub himself clean. He could still feel the person's hands on him as well as the man's member pressing against him. All his plans of spending the evening with Glenn, of giving himself up fully to the older man were now gone. He stepped out of the shower and slowly dried off. He dried and left with Glenn carrying his things. Luckily, no one was around.
As soon as Mike saw them, he ran towards them and wrapped his arms around Randy. The Viper did the same. They pulled away and walked hand in hand to their rental.
"We already checked out of our rooms," Mike told the brothers. "We were going to drive to see you guys."
Glenn and Mark nodded.
"Follow us then," Mark said.
The young couple followed the brothers to their hotel that was just two hours away. They all piled out, the boys grabbing their overnight bags, and went to the room. The brothers managed to get a two bedroom suite with king sized beds. Mark led his husband to his room and Glenn led Randy to his.
Mike placed his bag down and began to strip.
Mark came up behind him and nuzzled into his neck. "Did I tell you lately how beautiful you were?"
"Just this morning," Mike said.
"That long ago?" Mark chuckled.
The young man shook his head while his husband attacked his neck. Mike let out slutty moans, but he did not care. At that moment, all that mattered was him and Mark.
"I want you," Mike managed to say.
Mark growled and bit down hard on Mike's shoulder leaving a teeth marks that he soothed with licks. "Get on the bed than."
Mike did as he was told and laid on his back spread eagled. He slowly stroked himself as he watched his husband undress. Mark smirked down at the young man and hovered over him. He took Mike's mouth in a passionate kiss and made his way down to the young man's throbbing member. Mark deep throated Mike without hesitation. He stopped his work and tongued Mike's pucker preparing it for the grand entrance.
Mike whimpered and moaned, body writhing in need. "M-Mark..."
The older man came back back up and in one swift move entered his young husband quickly. Mike arched his body, letting out a scream that turned into a moan. His eyes were glassy and dark with lust. He held onto Mark's forearms as he rocked against the large man. Mark began to thrust fast and hard until they both came.
Mark lay on top of his small husband before rolling off. Mike rolled toward him, head on Mark's chest.
"I love you, Angel," Mark said.
"I love you too, Big Daddy," Mike sleepily said.
Mark chuckled at the nickname.
Both men slept not caring if they were covered in Mike's cum.
Glenn held Randy in his arms. He rubbed his back like he always did to calm his young husband down so he could sleep throughout the night. His mind was on the attack and he was angry that another tried to take what was his. He shook his head and bit down onto his lip.
Randy's mind was on the attack as well. How could he have been so weak to let that happen to him? How could he have not fought back? He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. He felt angry and sorry and dirty. He should have been stronger.
"Stop beating yourself up," Glenn commanded. "I don't want you to stress out."
"What if it happens again?" Randy asked, sitting up. "I don't want him to take what is yours. I don't want him to hurt me and drive me away from you."
"I know, baby."
"Why is this happening to me? I had the whole night planned out for us."
Glenn stared at him.
Randy gave him a crooked smile.
"Oh. Oh...OH!" Glenn sat up himself. "You were really going to go through with it?"
Randy nodded. He looked into Glenn's disappointed eyes even though there was a smile on his face.
"I still might though," Randy quietly said.
Glenn studied his husband.
"I really want you to be my first."
The large man smiled and pulled his husband into a kiss. They fought for dominance, but Glenn won out. He gently pushed Randy onto his back and began to devour his neck causing Randy to shutter and mewl.
"I love it when you whimper," Glenn stated as he he turned to the nightstand and got a bottle of lube out.
Glenn went back to Randy's neck, biting and licking, leaving his mark before going to Randy's nipples. His husband yelped when he took the left nipple into his mouth. He bit and licked the little nub while his hand gently twisted the other. He moved to the right to give it some attention as while before taking Randy's full member into his mouth.
Without Randy noticing, Glenn managed to lube up two fingers. He massaged the virgin entrance until he felt sure Randy was ready. He gently and slowly slid one finger in. Randy grunted in pain that was over come with pleasure as Glenn sucked him. Glenn was able to go passed the first ring of muscles. He slowly pleasured his husband until he added the second finger. When he did, he brushed against Randy's prostate and let out a load moan followed by a whimper. Glenn continued this action for a few more minutes. He even added a third finger for good measure.
"I-I think...I-I'm ready," Randy panted.
Glenn smirked around his husband's member and let him go with a soft pop. He lubed himself up and positioned himself at Randy's entrance.
"Are you sure about this?" Glenn asked.
Randy nodded staring into his husband's eyes.
Glenn pressed against the entrance and pushed in. Randy gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut because of the burn and pain that coursed from his lower body and up to his brain. Glenn watched his husband's face as he entered. He made sure to stop every once in awhile so the young man could get used to his size. When he was fully in, Glenn was still, gazing down at Randy, who panted, trying to adjust to what was in him.
A few moments past and Randy rocked against Glenn, signaling him to move. His husband pulled himself all the way out and pushed slowly back it. He did this a few more times until he was out again and snapped his hips quickly back in. Randy groaned out in ecstasy. Each of Glenn's thrusts were met with the bucking of Randy's hips.
"Touch me," Randy pleaded. "Please..."
Glenn grabbed hold of him and stroked him in sync with his thrusts. Randy tightened his long legs around Glenn's waist as he reached his climax. He screamed out Glenn's name as he came onto his stomach, chest, and Glenn's hand. His husband quickened his thrusts and followed. He grunted and moaned Randy's name. Randy loved the heat that filled inside of him.
Both men stared into each other's eyes.
"I'm falling in love with you," Glenn said after awhile as he rubbed Randy's thighs.
Randy smiled. "I know I am."
Both men cuddled with each other and lowly talked.
"I'm happy that you're my first," Randy said.
"I'm happy too," Glenn replied.
"We are going to do this again, right?"
"I would hope so. You are my husband."
Randy chuckled. "So, any word yet on the annulment?"
"No."
"Good." He nuzzled into Glenn's neck. "I actually like being married to you."
Glenn bellowed in laughter. "Really?"
"Yup." Randy bit down on the sensitive areas of Glenn's neck. He sucked them and licked.
"Ready for round two?"
Randy grabbed a hold of Glenn's semi-erected penis and began to stroke him.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."