Title: Destroyed (2/?)

Rating: M

Content: slash, violence, unpleasant things that will be revealed throughout

Characters: Raw Roster, main characters Randy Orton, Evan Bourne, John Cena

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue

Distribution: ffn, lj, anywhere else ask first

Summary: Evan has a terrible secret, Randy and John are determined to help him, but Evan knows what's at stake should anyone find out. Set around current Raw storylines (loosely).

They arranged to meet in Randy's room a couple of hours later, John bringing the beers and Randy sorting the food. They both insisted that Evan just needed to bring himself and as it was his last night on tour for a while it was their treat. Evan reluctantly and eventually agreed, and made his way to his room. He savoured the solitude and hated it. When alone, people weren't asking questions, but when alone anything could happen.

Standing in the shower he let the almost scalding water fall over him, the steam soothing the ache in his shoulder and clearing his mind somewhat. He was looking forward to spending the evening with Randy and John and he had faith in Randy that he wouldn't push him to talk. He wanted to, but it was better, safer for all concerned if he didn't. He just wanted to enjoy being able to spend some time with two people he trusted and liked.

Evan eventually dragged himself out of the shower and dressed, noticing out of the corner of his eye that his phone was showing a new message received. Picking it up, the sender and the words sent a shiver down his spine.

U may b out of action but the warning stands. Tell no1.

Evan threw his phone across the room in frustration. He realised that this wasn't going to end, no matter what he did, and that thought filled him with fear and horror. Good mood shattered, Evan tried to control his feelings and get himself calm enough to get through the evening. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to Randy's room, trying to avoid the sinking feeling in the stomach.

xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

He met John in the elevator with a fake smile.

"Hey kid," Evan shook his head, John always called him kid even though there wasn't that much of an age difference, "ready for some bad movies, bad jokes, good company and beer?"

"Sure thing, want a hand with those bottles?" Evan took one of the bags and followed John down the corridor.

"Ortz, you decent?" John shouted, knocking loudly on the door.

"Yeah yeah hold on," Randy eventually came to the door, rolling his eyes at John's impatience. "Come on in guys, I was just about to order room service, there's a pizza restaurant downstairs. That ok?"

Evan and John both nodded and followed Randy into the room, both grabbing beers while Randy ordered the food. They settled on the couch, watching the man in front of them as he wandered about while talking on the phone, changing his mind about 5 times about what he wanted before eventually making a decision and hanging up. He grabbed a beer and threw himself on the bed, grinning at the two men watching him.

"So what do we have planned then?"

John shrugged, "bad movies, I have a set of cards if you want a game."

"No way," Evan interrupted, "I am not playing cards with you two." Seeing the looks of innocence and incredulity on Randy and John's faces he continued, "Randy cheats and John you change the rules if you're losing."

"I do not cheat," Randy replied indignantly.

"You so do Ortz," John laughed, "I don't change the rules though, you guys just play the wrong rules is all."

"Whatever, I'm not playing cards." Evan was firm on that, so they agreed to stick to the movies available on hotel tv. Not that they'd end up watching them, they never did; the chat always flowed, with bad jokes, gossip, stories of their past careers. John and Randy had been friends for years, and Evan had clicked with the both of them, and had swifly become the third line in the triangle.

The beers flowed, the laughter grew more raucous, and Evan almost forgot his troubles, but sometimes he'd see Randy's hooded eyes staring at him; not with pity, but with care and something else that he didn't recognise, wasn't sure he could name.

When John started repeating his jokes, as he always did when he got drunk, Randy knew it was time for him to leave. John could hold his drink up to a point, but when he reached that point he needed sending in the right direction otherwise he'd end up asleep in the hotel lobby, in his car, pretty much anywhere except where he was supposed to be. Evan stood up and John enveloped him in a huge hug, his strong arms squeezing the younger man tightly.

"Gonna miss you kid, take care and call me, yeah?"

"Will do John, look after yourself," Evan replied into John's chest, returning the embrace.

"Ortz, I'll call you in the morning," reluctantly John let Evan go and bid his farewell.

Shutting the door behind him, Randy grabbed the last two beers and threw one to Evan, "May as well finish these off."

Evan nodded, sitting back down on the couch and trying to get comfortable. He saw the concern in Randy's eyes and tried to mask a low moan of pain as his shoulder muscles sent a twinge through him. "I'm glad my flight's not until tomorrow afternoon."

"Me too," Randy got off the bed and moved to sit next to Evan, "your shoulder's hurting isn't it?"

"Yeah but it's fine, I'm used to it by now," the younger man shrugged, "I'll live."

"When did you first get injured, if you don't mind me asking."

"When Nexus dogpiled me a month or so ago," Evan sighed. "I thought I'd be able to work through it but not to be."

Randy saw a slight flicker in Evan's eyes that he didn't recognise, but it was something that unnerved him. He didn't push it though. Evan wasn't going to talk until he was ready, and pushing him would only make him retreat more into himself. "Best to get it sorted now though, before it gets too bad. Good job they didn't do more damage really."

Evan just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Instead he downed half of his beer and leaned back, almost unconsciously snuggling against Randy's firm body. Randy smiled and rested his arm on Evan's stomach, allowing him to lean back further.

"I'm gonna miss this," Evan sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing into Randy's gentle touch, his stomach muscles fluttering as Randy's long fingers stroked at his stomach, pushing up his t shirt to touch the skin.

"Me too," the older man confessed. "Ev, I..."

"Don't say it," Evan sat up quickly, putting distance between himself and the champion, "please don't say it."

"Why?" Randy was confused, he knew that Evan felt the connection between them, knew that Evan had suppressed feelings for him just as he himself had for Evan.

"I can't, Randy. I can't. He..." Evan put his head in his hands.

"He what Ev? Who is he?" Randy got off the couch and knelt in front of Evan, taking his hands and holding them tightly, unperturbed when Evan refused to look at him.

"Please Randy, please don't."

"Let me help you Ev, I just want you. You know I want you."

"But I can't," Evan looked up, eyes shining brightly, "I know there's something between us but I can't. There are so many reasons that I can't be with you."

"And I don't care about any of them," Randy cupped Evan's face in his hands, thumbs stroking tears away, "please. Let me make it right."

"You can't."

"Let me try."

Evan shook his head. "Please Randy, I..." He willed the older man to understand.

"Ok," Orton nodded, "please think about it though, I can't stand the thought of you being at home on your own worrying about whatever the hell is going on and me not being able to do anything to make things right for you." Randy took Evan's silence as acquiescence. "Will you at least stay with me tonight?"

There was surprise on the high flyer's face, and fear, "I can't, I can't."

"Please."

Thoughts were racing through Evan's mind, that he wasn't worthy of Randy, that he would taint him; his voice, sneering and angry.

"Ev, I just want you here with me, I'm not asking for anything more." Randy could see the conflict and indecision.

"Ok," he knew he'd regret it but he couldn't say no. He needed something good right now. Randy nodded and stood up, holding out his hand. Evan accepted the invitation and again melted into Randy's arms, feeling conflicted but safe.

As he lay cuddled up next to the Viper's sleek form, Evan knew that his secret couldn't stay hidden much longer, and that filled him with dread. This might be the one and only time he got to be so close to the man he admittedly loved, so he tried to commit every feeling to memory. There was so little good in his life right now, he held on tight and fought sleep, wishing that the morning would never come.