Title: Destroyed (13/?)

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).

Evan sat with John and Randy trying not to laugh at John's increasingly outlandish and extreme suggestions for revenge on the Nexus now that he was free to do as he wished. Well hidden beneath the easy-going exterior was quite an evil streak which Evan was getting to know and appreciate, and Randy of course was the king of plotting and revenge so he was able to feed John's imagination.

"Who do you think I should go after first Ev?" John asked after detailing his plans for a particularly nasty assault using a car as a weapon.

Instinctively Evan thought of Barrett, anger and fear his guide; then his mind went to the longer term plan – this wouldn't be over in a few weeks, he knew that, and he realised he could possibly help someone too.

"I think, Justin," he said quietly, noting the surprise on both men's faces. "I know, you probably want to go after Barrett, but if you can injure Justin, then I know it's cruel in one way but he might get some time away from the rest of them."

Randy's mind went back to what Evan had told him and he nodded, shooting John a look to say that he'd explain later. John was happy with whatever decision made just so long as he got to kick some Nexus ass, so he shrugged his shoulders and continued with his planning.

Evan relaxed a little against Randy's firm chest, leaning back and revelling in the strong arms wrapped around him. Even now he had to pinch himself that this was real, that Randy reciprocated his feelings, but it seemed he really did. John watched the pair of them with a smile, despite everything he'd not seen Randy so happy in a long time and he knew that the Viper was just what the younger man needed. His two friends were important to him in a tough job that could be extremely lonely and he was greatly appreciative that they were always there for him. There was a hint of sadness too, a feeling that he too wanted that kind of comfort, someone to be there at the end of a long and stressful day, but that would come in time.

Randy and John were due back at Raw the next day, so Randy tried to persuade Evan to go and stay at his house, or with family, but the younger man was having none of it.

"I'm going home," Evan stated firmly, "they are not going to scare me out of my own home, I can't run forever."

"Are you sure?"

"Randy I might be smaller than you guys but I can handle myself, ok?" Evan shook his head, "you of all people should know that."

"But everything that's happened..."

"I know," he sighed and turned round on the bed to face Randy, "look, I won't deny that they're a threat, and I don't know what they'll do, but if you and John can face it head on then so can I."

Randy grinned, this was the man he fell in love with, the fighter who never gave up, no matter what. "I trust you. I just don't want anything else to happen. Just promise me that you'll never be afraid to ask for my help."

"I promise. Now you promise me something too," Evan's smile grew wider.

"What?"

"That you'll give me something to remember while I'm there on my own."

That, Randy could do. He knelt up on the bed and pushed Evan onto his back, his eyes narrowed and glinting as Evan wriggled about a little, his t-shirt riding up to reveal a tempting glimpse of stomach. Randy groaned at the sight and couldn't resist leaning down to lick an slow trail along the inviting expanse of skin.

Evan threw his head back in delight, glad to have distracted Randy from worrying about him, and allowed himself to forget everything in the feeling of having the man he loved on top of him.

Randy pushed Evan's t-shirt further up his chest, licking at the soft skin, loving the feeling of the younger man squirming beneath him. He hoped that with each loving touch he could help the high flyer chase away the demons of his past, wanting him to remember only these touches, only these caresses, only this love.

Evan closed his eyes and allowed himself to just feel, to be in the moment and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. He sat up a little to allow Randy to pull his t-shirt over his head, falling back onto the bed with a contented sigh. Randy moved slightly so that he was kneeling above Evan, his weight resting on the younger man's thighs. He sat up for a second, just to drink in the sight below him. Evan's lips were parted slightly, his breathing shallow as he anticipated Randy's next move. Evan's eyes opened and he smiled nervously at the older man, worried all of a sudden that he'd changed his mind. Randy recognised the doubt and quickly assuaged it by leaning down and claiming Evan's mouth for a demanding, possessive kiss.

"Never doubt that I want you," Randy breathed as he broke the kiss, licking at Evan's jawline, slight butterfly kisses across the skin. He shuffled down the bed a little so that he was able to undo Evan's jeans, opening the fly in greedy anticipation of what was underneath. Evan lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down, kicking them off the side of the bed onto the floor, his briefs soon following suit.

Randy went straight to his prize, his mouth sinking down on Evan's erect cock, his tongue working its magic as the delightful heat and wetness sent tremors of desire through the young man. Randy could feel Evan's hips bucking, wanting more of the wonderful feeling, but he carefully held his lover still so that he could prolong the delicious teasing. Evan clawed at the sheets, swiftly at the brink of losing control. Randy recognised this and slowed his pace, not wanting this to end yet.

"Shhh, something better, I promise," he soothed, motioning for Evan to turn over and get up on his hands and knees. Still trembling, Evan did as he was told, burying his head in his hands as he felt Randy's talented tongue pushing at his pucker, slowly and tenderly seeking entrance to relax and prepare the high flyer. One finger, lubricated with saliva, and then another stretched him, interspersed with the intoxicating feelings that Randy's tongue created. Only when Randy was sure that Evan was as relaxed as he could be did he stop and turn the young man over again, seeking agreement and approval, which was quickly given.

Randy pushed in slowly, tenderly, eyes searching Evan's face for any sign of discomfort or pain. He saw a slight flash of fear, of anguish, and stopped. Evan's eyes flew open and he nodded, motioning that he wanted more, wanted everything that Randy could give him. Randy realised at that point that history was causing Evan pain, not the act of love, and trusted in his own judgement to create new, beautiful memories for Evan. A pulsing rhythm on Evan's cock was matched by Randy's thrusts into the younger man, words of love murmured as they both sped towards completion.

Evan lay back in the afterglow, curled next to Randy, their perfect bodies glistening with a sheen of perspiration. He had never felt so loved, so happy, and that scared him. Randy felt him tense and just held him more tightly, knowing that Evan would speak when he was ready. Evan was comforted by the embrace and pressed a kiss to Randy's shoulder, a wordless thank you for everything he had been given and would be given.

They did not know what would happen next, but Randy knew that what he had right here was worth fighting for, and he was determined to fight to the end.