Title: Destroyed (8/?)

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).

Randy watched as Evan slept, his own mind troubled. Although he'd reassured Evan, he couldn't help but feel rage growing inside him at the thought of Barrett having his hands on the younger man. He'd already rationalised Evan's position, not agreeing with what he did but understanding why, and he knew full well that Evan had punished himself far beyond any sadness Randy could feel. No, his anger and rage was directed at one man, a man who had used his position and sheer weight in numbers to control, threaten and destroy.

Although he and John had a plan, it was risky, and should it fail things would never be the same. If it failed, Evan would again be at risk when he returned to Raw, and Randy himself would be left vulnerable. John... well failure wasn't even worth contemplating. He would lose everything.

The small body next to Randy moved closer to him, snuggling into his side, and Randy couldn't help but smile. It felt right, having Evan with him. He stroked Evan's hair gently, hoping to distract himself from what ifs and fears. The younger man looked peaceful at rest, the haunted look he'd been wearing temporarily absent. Randy hoped that he could eventually bring the smile back to Evan's face permanently, but it would depend on what happened over the next few weeks. If things went wrong, hope may be lost forever.

Evan whimpered and shivered, waking up somewhat disoriented. He blinked a few times, snippets of the night forcing themselves into his head, but one thing was insistent in his mind: Randy was still there.

"Ev?" Randy tentatively brushed his lips over Evan's forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have for a long time," the young man murmured, "but I didn't want to wake up, I wasn't sure you'd still be here."

"I'm going nowhere," Randy reassured him, "not now I've finally got you."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I won't deny that I'm... I'm not finding it easy to deal with you did, but I do understand why you felt you had no choice."

Evan nodded, "thank you." They lay in silence, neither quite believing that they had finally come this far, but knowing that eventually the real world would intrude on their peace. "So what happens now?"

"Now?" Randy grinned, "well right now I'm very comfortable in your bed," Randy was heartened by Evan's smile at that, "but soon, I need to speak to John and we need to fine tune the plan."

"You really think you can end this?"

"Yes," Randy replied with more confidence than he felt, "we have to Ev." They were both silent as they contemplated the alternative, "but lets not think about that now. You go back to sleep."

"I'm awake now," Evan had a cheeky smile, but suddenly sadness crossed his face. His only thought was that he was tainted and Randy couldn't possibly want to touch him now that he knew what he'd done.

Randy knew what Evan was intimating and then saw his smiled disappear. "Hey, what's up?" He gently forced Evan to look at him, although the younger man's eyes darted everywhere except at Randy's face. "Ev?"

"I... you probably don't want me in that way because of what I've done," Evan mumbled, making to turn and move away, until stopped by a large body pressing against his back.

"Ev, don't ever think I don't want you." Randy kissed Evan's cheek, the back of his neck, his shoulder. "I've waited so long for you, god I want you so bad, just feel how much."

"You're sure?" Evan pushed himself back against Randy, feeling his erect cock pushing against him.

"Yeah." Randy licked the shell of Evan's ear, hands exploring every inch of Evan's chest, stroking the taut muscles.

Evan groaned in delight, but screwed his eyes shut, "take his touch away," he whispered.

"What?"

"Please. Please just take it away, please," Evan wouldn't look at Randy, but he pushed against him, pulling his shorts down, making his intentions obvious.

"OK," Randy was unsure but he could tell Evan was in such a fragile state he didn't feel like he could deny him anything. He kicked his own shorts off, and sucked a couple of his fingers to lubricate them as much as possible. Tentatively he pushed one finger around Evan's entrance, massaging the pucker and trying to relax him as much as possible. Evan pushed back, craving the touch, wanting more from Randy.

"Please," he whimpered, and Randy couldn't help but grant his wish, as gently as possible pushing first one finger and then two into the younger man, stretching him, stroking his inner walls and trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Evan groaned and threw his head back, thrusting his whole body back as much as possible, almost fucking himself on Randy's fingers. "Please," he repeated.

"Shhh," Randy replied, slowly and reluctantly removing his fingers and spitting into his hand, coating his cock with the liquid. "You're sure," he questioned, a sense of unease being quickly nudged out by desire to fill the smaller man.

"Please," Evan mewed, "need you."

Randy pushed slowly into the torturous heat of his lover, the feeling better than he ever could have imagined. He wrapped his arms around the young man, one arm holding his body close, the other snaking down to wrap his long fingers around Evan's cock. This wasn't going to last long but he knew it was more about giving Evan something to hold on to. Evan gave a stifled cry as his release suddenly came, and the sound and feeling sent Randy over the edge, his body shaking and convulsing as he filled Evan with his seed.

Randy held Evan close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around the lithe body, reluctant to end their coupling. It was then that Randy realised that Evan was shaking. He made to move but a small cry from Evan stilled him, so he stayed where he was, hoping that whatever was going on in Evan's head, he was feeling some comfort. Eventually he moved away from Evan a little, allowing the younger man to turn in his arms and rest his head on Randy's chest,.

Randy held Evan until he seemed calm, and then gently forced him to look up, their eyes meeting for what felt like the first time. Randy was shocked at the sadness within his lover, the doubt and fear clouding his eyes. He didn't push though, he just smiled softly and waited for Evan to speak.

"I'm ok," Evan lied.

Randy didn't challenge the truthfulness of the statement but instead nodded, placing a tender kiss on Evan's forehead. He knew Evan was hiding something, knew the younger man would find it hard to trust anyone, knew that it would take patience to break through to his heart. He felt anger rise in his stomach at the thought of what had happened in the past, and he tensed.

Evan looked up, feeling immediately that Randy must be angry with him. Randy stroked patterns along Evan's shoulders, down his back, trying to soothe his own ire as well as Evan's fear. "It's ok Ev," he lied.

They both laid in each others' arms, neither acknowledging the barriers that existed, that they would have to cross. They both took comfort in what they had, not knowing how long it would last.