"Mmm…hello, Randy." Barrett purred, "Miss me?"
Randy's hand was still over his upper cheek, halfway over his eye as he looked up at the two men standing over him. Panic began to flow through his veins, pulsing through his body with each thundering beat of his heart. Fuck…this was not good, not good at all. Narrowing his frosty eyes, Randy looked from Barrett to Gabriel, and then back to Barrett, swallowing thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Barrett had a gleam in his eye, like a wolf who had just wrapped his jaws around the neck of a deer. Justin's eyes were just as evil, and he was smirking toothily down at Randy, the arrogance made clear by the way he was sneering down his nose. His chest rising and falling with each worried breath, Orton remained still on the ground, clenching his teeth together. Damn…John had only left minutes ago. Shit, this wasn't good…fuck, this wasn't good at all… John probably wouldn't be back for as long as twenty minutes! That was plenty of time for Barrett and Gabriel to do whatever it was they came to do… God damn it, Randy thought, eyes once again darting back and forth between the two men, he was in a real tight spot…especially since Barrett had taken the time to noticeably shut the door behind him. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Gabriel placed his hands on his hips, giving a soft snicker as Barrett's dark smirk widened. Fuck, Randy grit his teeth, they could tell he was afraid…
"Mmm, I've never seen you scared before, Randy." Barrett chuckled, "But I have to admit, the look suits you."
"What do you want?" Randy whispered, glaring up at the duo. He knew the answer to that question already…he only hoped he was somehow wrong…
"I'm sure you could guess why I'm here." Wade shrugged, rolling his eyes, "Cena was supposed to attack you tonight…and, unfortunately for you, he decided to disobey me again."
"Did you really fucking think he'd hurt me?" Randy growled dryly, the tile scraping across his back, "Are you that fucking stupid?"
"Hey!" Justin kicked his leg out, catching Randy in the ribs, causing the older man to recoil, hissing in pain. "You're not really in a position to be insulting us, are you?" Justin snorted gleefully, looking down at Randy with a mixture of disdain and attraction.
"What…what's your bitch doing h-here?" Randy stammered up at Wade, wincing in pain as his body curled up on the floor, ribs aching from Justin's kick. Little shit…he was getting a power trip off of seeing Randy writhe on the floor in pain. It seemed Gabriel was just as much of a sadist as his leader.
"Well you see, Randy," Wade answered slyly, "I'm not entirely opposed to sharing…"
Barrett pulled his leg back, and then he kicked Randy in the side, the downed man yelping in pain and surprise as he felt Wade's foot make contact with his ribcage. And then Gabriel was upon him, and the younger man punched him in the gut, right in the exact spot that Barrett had kicked him. Randy screamed out in pain as Justin's knuckles smashed into his ribs, and then he rolled onto his side, trying to turn away from the two men who were attacking him. Gabriel let out a croaking laugh at that, and then he reached his hand out, fingers gripping onto Randy's short, brown hair. Orton cried out as Justin lifted him up by his hair, and then he placed another hand under Randy's jaw, forcibly turning the Viper's head towards Barrett, pulling Randy up against him. Orton felt the back of his head hit Justin's thigh, and he struggled, arms flailing out, but Justin's grip on his hair tightened, sending agonizing bursts of pain across Randy's scalp and even all the way down his neck. He went still then, panting heavily, Justin's fingers still woven into his hair, still holding onto him tightly. Baring his teeth in a furious scowl, Randy glared up at Barrett, his cerulean eyes matching Wade's chocolate stare. Along with panic and fear…he was so fucking angry. Randy couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe that the little punk Gabriel was daring to touch him…
"Now Randy," Wade's voice was mockingly serious, "I'm not an unfair man. If you have anyone to blame for this, it's Cena."
"Fuck y-you!" Randy snarled, choking on his own words as Justin reached around, slapping him across the face.
"Shut up!" Justin sneered as his hand made contact with Randy's bruised cheek.
The sudden impact on his swelling bruise made Randy scream again. God, it hurt so fucking bad…he was going to bruise terribly, he could already feel his skin stretching just under his eye as his flesh bulged and purpled.
"Now, as I was saying, I am not an unfair man." Barrett repeated as if nothing happened, taking a step forward so that he was barely a foot away from the kneeling Randy, "I am willing to make a deal with you, Randy, which is more then you deserve…"
"A deal?" Orton took a slow deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he glared up at Barrett with distrust.
"Yes, a deal." Wade nodded, "I think I've made it quite clear what I want—"
"You can fuck off!" Randy snarled at Wade, baring his teeth like an angry lion as he struggled against Justin's hold, "I'll never fucking touch you!"
"At this point, Randy," Barrett said, his voice turning low and angry, "You don't really have much of a choice, do you? Now, why don't you do yourself a favor and listen to what I have to offer you?"
Randy clenched his mouth shut, pursing his lips together, trying to swallow his angry words.
"Now," Wade began, reaching down and wrapping his fingers under Randy's jaw, "You're going to suck me off—"
"You're fucking out of your mind!" Randy wrenched his head away from Barrett's touch, causing Gabriel to tighten his grip to the point that Randy's pale eyes began to water. He blinked rapidly, going still, willing to do anything to get Gabriel to relinquish his hold on Randy's hair. God, if Justin didn't let go soon he was going to fucking rip Randy's hair right from his scalp…
"Randy, you aren't stupid, surely you can see that you're not going to get out of this one." Wade chuckled, this time reaching forward and drawing his knuckles across Randy's cheek, "Now, I am being kind enough to offer you a deal. I could just hold you down and violently do whatever I want to you—and then let Justin do the same. But, as I said, I am not unfair…so I am being quite generous and offering you an alternative."
Randy flinched as he felt Wade's rough fingers gliding across his smooth cheek. Fuck, this was not good…he couldn't believe he was all alone, trapped in a damn room with Wade Barrett and Justin Gabriel…shit. Randy had been in a lot of tough situations, but never anything like this.
"You have a choice, Randy." Barrett continued, pulling his hand away from Orton's face, "You can willingly suck me off…or you can try and fight, and both Justin and I will throat fuck you so hard you won't be able to speak for weeks."
"Y-you can't get away with this…" Randy said, shaking his head.
"Oh, I assure you, I can." Wade smiled, his dark eyes flashing as he gazed down at the helpless man at his feet, "Now you must make your decision, Randy: go down on me—and make it fucking good—or Justin and I will both get rough with you, and we'll still get what we want."
Randy's eyes widened as his panicked mind tried desperately to come up with something, anything to get out of his situation. Just the thought of putting his mouth anywhere near Barrett's cock made his stomach tighten into knots…but he knew that Barrett wasn't joking around. If he tried to fight them, Barrett and Gabriel would beat him black and blue…and then they'd both shove their dicks down his throat. He didn't think he could take that: the humiliation of, not only Barrett forcing his dick in his mouth, but Gabriel too? Two men that he hated forcing him to suck their cocks? No, no he couldn't do it…he couldn't deal with the both of them…
"If…if I'm willing…" Randy could barely speak, his throat had gone so dry that his words felt like paper in his mouth, "Then…then I only have to do you?"
"Mmm…you are correct." Barrett's voice took on a lustful purr again, "You make it good for me—the best fucking blowjob I've ever gotten—and you won't have to worry about Justin."
"Ok…ok." Randy nodded, his head jerking up and down, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Wade's smirk grew larger at that, and suddenly Justin released his hold on Randy's hair, causing the kneeling man to fall forward, landing with his palms on the cold tile.
"Well, Randy?" Wade held his arms apart, palms out, "I'm waiting."
Randy bit his bottom lip, and then he crawled forward on his knees, kneeling down in front of Barrett. To his disgust, Wade took a step forward so that his groin was barely inches away from Randy's face. Orton reached up then, placing a single hand on Wade's hip, leaning forward, looking up at Barrett with his pale eyes, purposefully flicking his tongue out to wet his lips.
"Mmm…" Wade growled, reaching down and placing his hand on the back of Randy's head, his finger's caressing a sensitive area on the back of Randy's neck, "Open wide, Randy…"
Randy felt an involuntary shudder run through his body as he felt Barrett kneading his fingers on the back of his neck…and then he pulled his fist back. Letting out a roar of pure fury, his fist struck out like lightning, and Wade doubled over, yelping in pain as Randy's fist connected with his gut. He hadn't been expecting the hit, and Randy had put his whole weight into it, so he stumbled backwards, both surprise and agony apparent on his face. Randy tried to stand up, his legs shaking beneath him, but he was suddenly knocked in the head. Letting out a grunt of pain, Orton fell to the ground, gritting his teeth together, reaching around with both hands to clutch the back of his skull. Gabriel had struck him, and the younger man jolted forward, his hand once again latching onto Randy's scalp, fingers weaving into his short hair and yanking back. Randy cried out in pain as Justin pulled on his hair, tugging his head backwards and forcing Randy to lean back, his shoulders connect with Justin's legs. He took a few deep, slow breaths then, his chest heaving and his head throbbing with pain. Furious blue eyes glared up at Justin and Wade as Randy struggled against Justin's hold, legs sliding across the tile floor. Justin's hold remained steady though as he dug his nails into Randy's hairline, the muscles in his arms flexing as he tried to hold the older man still.
"Oh, you are going to regret that."Wade growled, straightening up and brushing off his shirt. He had a mean glint in his eyes now, lips curled into a cruel scowl as he glared down at Randy. Reaching down, Wade's nimble fingers worked at his pants, quickly undoing the button and then sliding the zipper down…
The door to the locker room exploded open, the metal connecting to the wall with a loud bang.
John Cena stepped in, a small frown on his handsome face, clad only in his sneakers and his jean shorts. There was sweat glistening on his torso, and he was panting slightly, but as soon as he stepped in his breath caught in his throat and his ocean hued eyes widened.
Everything went still. Wade's hand still lingered at his groin, though his eyes were staring hard at John, darkening to such a degree that they almost looked black. He was standing only mere inches in front of the kneeling Randy, his hips turned toward the Viper. Randy himself was staring up at John, his eyes clouded with fear and desperation, lips slightly parted in a pain-filled grimace. Justin was completely frozen, his fingers still gripping onto Randy's hair, but Randy could feel his grip begin to loosen, Justin's hands going slack as he stared at John. Wade looked angry, but Gabriel looked downright afraid… Cena's hand immediately curled into fists, his knuckles aching he was squeezing his hands so tight.
John didn't say anything, but he raised his fist and—with a roar of pure animalistic rage—he punched Barrett in the face, his knuckles connecting with Wade's nose. The leader of the Nexus went sprawling backwards from the force of the hit, and he fell to the ground with a loud thump, his back hitting the tile floor hard. Cena was upon him quickly, pulling his fist back and striking the downed man in the stomach, pure satisfaction flowing through his veins as he heard Barrett scream out in agony. Justin must've been shocked to see John handle his lover so roughly, for he went totally still, his dark eyes widening and his mouth dropping open. Randy seized the opportunity, swirling around and shoving Gabriel in the chest with both hands. The young man hadn't been expecting the assault, and he went flying backwards into a row of lockers, crying out as his back connected with the hard, cold metal. He slid to the ground, reaching around and rubbing his back, a shaking, scared mess. Seeing that Gabriel was no longer a threat, Randy stood up, backing against a wall, heart thumping so hard in his chest he was surprised the rest of the room couldn't hear it. Cena had backed off enough to allow Barrett to stand up, and he went scrambling towards the door, not even bothering to try to reason with his forced team member. He threw Justin a glance over his shoulder, and the smaller man jumped to his feet, shoving past John and Randy and hurrying out the door. Wade followed silently behind him, but not before he turned and gave Randy one last hard look. The door shut quietly behind them, and Randy slid to the floor, holding his face in his hands, the inked muscles of his biceps tightening as he reached up.
"What the fuck was that?" John howled, pointing an angry finger at Randy. The veins in his arms were bulging, and his cheek muscles were tightened in anger.
"I…I don't know…" Randy stammered, closing his eyes as he grasped his face in his hands.
"I can't fucking believe this…" John started pacing back and forth, fists swinging at his sides as his sneakers shuffled across tile, "I cannot fucking believe this…"
Randy remained silent, feeling the rage radiate off of John's body like pure heat.
"Ok…ok." John went still, reaching up and rubbing his eyes with his left hand, willing himself to calm down, "What exactly happened?"
Randy swallowed thickly, his mouth dry as he dropped his hands from his face, "Wade and Justin came in…and…and…"
"Randy…" John's eyes went soft, and he took a few slow, calculated steps forward, "Randy, you can tell me what happened. Please."
"Wade told me…he told me I had to suck him off." Randy winced as he went quiet.
John blinked, and then he leaned back, his eyes going dull and hard. He turned around…and then he pulled his fist back. Randy let out a cry of surprise, jumping slightly as Cena roared like a lion and punched the lockers behind him. The metal groaned in protest, sinking in from Cena's punch. John pulled his hand away from the metal, and then he whirled around, breathing heavily as he looked down at his lover. Randy had cried out in fear when Cena hit the locker, and he looked downright scared as he looked up at the older man. His frosty eyes were wide, and he was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. John could feel his chest hurt as he looked down at Randy…the fact that his lover was looking up at him with fear was something he couldn't handle. Not now. Not while he had Wade Barrett on his mind…
"I…I'm sorry…" John turned towards the door, stomping out, not looking behind him as he left.
Randy was getting hurt.
When it really came down to it, that was what was happening, and John couldn't stand it. When he walked in the locker room and saw Randy on his knees in front of Wade's hips…fuck, he could've killed the English man right then and there. He was gone maybe fifteen minutes…and still Barrett managed to get his hands on Randy. What if next time John wouldn't be there to save him? What if next time Barrett got his way? The thought of Wade forcing Randy into anything sexual made John's stomach roll. He couldn't let that happen…he couldn't let Wade keep on hurting his Randy. This incident had proven that the leader of the Nexus was willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted…how could John fight that? He couldn't be with Randy 24/7…their jobs wouldn't allow it. Would he have to worry about every millisecond he left Randy alone, wondering if Barrett would finally get what he desired? Fuck…he couldn't do this. He can't allow Randy to get hurt… John was storming down the hallway backstage, his feet practically crushing against the floor as he made his way to the Nexus locker room. He couldn't let this continue, that much was clear. After seeing the fear in Randy's eyes when he punched the locker…Randy could say whatever he wanted, but the fear in his eyes made it very clear that Barrett was getting to him. That was what had killed John: not walking in to discover another man trying to force his boyfriend into a blowjob, but discovering that—when it really came down to it—his boyfriend was scared. Fuck…how could he have let this happen?
Reaching the Nexus locker room, John lifted his fist and banged on the door. There was a shuffling noise, and then slowly the door cracked open, and Cena found himself staring into the dark eyes of Wade Barrett.
"What the fuck do you want?" Wade growled, pursing his lips into an unhappy scowl.
"I want…I want you to leave Randy alone." John murmured, forcing himself to meet Wade's eyes.
"Well Cena…" Barrett's scowl curled into a smirk as he leaned against the door frame, "What are you willing to do to get me to do that?"
John hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor. He thought of Randy then, of his pale eyes that were almost always narrowed in irritation. The tattoos on his arms, ink that John had found so exotic… John thought of the last few days he'd spent with Randy, the last few nights he'd spent with the Legend Killer. He couldn't let that get hurt…he just couldn't… No matter what he wanted, he couldn't let Randy get hurt anymore. No matter what.
"Anything." John hissed, "If you stop hurting him…I'll do anything you ask of me."