Title: Destroyed (16/?)

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).

Note: Just want to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, it means a lot! Hope you continue to enjoy.

Randy and John arrived back at Evan's place early the next morning. Evan had given Randy a key and he quietly let himself and John in, glad to be back and both of them keen to tell Evan and Justin about the latest developments with the Nexus. They'd had a successful few days and had taken out Heath and Otunga, and John found himself with butterflies in his stomach at being the one to tell Justin.

Randy left all the bags in the hallway, and pointed John in the direction of the second guest room. He went straight to Evan's room and his heart almost stopped when he found the bed to be empty. Evan wasn't supposed to be going anywhere. Why wasn't he in bed? Dangerous and frightening thoughts entered his head and he tried to remain calm, thinking where else Evan might be. It was then that he heard John whispering his name.

He saw Cena beckoning him towards the guest room, where the door was slightly open.

"The door was open and I just wanted to make sure Justin was ok," John whispered.

Randy looked in and saw his lover wrapped around Justin's body, the embrace screaming protection. A little anger rose within him but as he looked at the two men he could see they were both fully dressed, Justin's face was tearstained, and Evan was holding him like he wanted to keep him safe from the world.

"Justin's been crying," John stated sadly.

"Yeah," Randy's heart swelled with pride, as he realised that Evan was comforting the young South African, trying to help him through the terrible experience they had both had.

"Think we should wake them up?" Cena asked.

Randy was torn. One part of him found the image beautiful, and it was clearly comforting to the both of them, but the other half of him wanted Evan back in his arms where he belonged, and he wanted to be able to tell both of them what had happened.

The decision was taken from them as Evan stirred, and seeing a vague light and movement at the door, sat up slowly, grabbing his glasses from the dresser and eventually focussing on the two men standing at the door. His heart sank, assuming that Randy would think the worst, and he nudged Justin gently to wake him up. Groggily, Justin blinked and sat up, all of a sudden memories of being woken coming back to him.

"No, no please, no," he whimpered, scampering back against the headboard and curling his body into himself, trying to protect himself from unknown threats.

"Justin, it's me, it's Evan," the younger man forgot Randy for a second and tried to bring the South African back to his senses, touching his arm gently. Justin, still lost in his own nightmare, lashed out, catching Evan in the face and pushing him off the bed.

John quickly took control, motioning to Randy to go to Evan. Randy looked furious at first, ready to explode at Justin, but the looks that John was shooting him made him bite his lip and instead do as he was bidden. He quickly helped Evan to his feet, taking a quick look at his busted lip before leading him out of the room to the bathroom to get it cleaned up.

John tentatively approached Justin, kneeling at the side of the bed, not touching him but at the same time speaking slowly and carefully to try to bring the young man back to reality.

"Justin, it's me John. There's only you and me here and I promise no one is going to hurt you. I'm just gonna sit here by your side and when you're ready we'll sort this out, ok? I don't wanna scare you."

The South African looked up, as if he was just becoming aware of where he was. "John?" He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, "what... where's Evan?"

"Evan's with Randy. You back with us buddy?"

"I... I thought it was them."

John himself shuddered at the desolation and fear in Justin's voice. He couldn't even imagine what horrific memories were assailing him right now. He hated seeing the younger man so broken and was determined to make it right. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"What... oh my god I hit Evan, is he ok?" Justin was fully awake now and panicking, "he's gonna throw me out and I'll have to go back to them and it'll be worse and I can't do this I can't I can't..." his voice trailed off as he put his head in his hands in frustration.

"He'll be fine, Justin you're going nowhere, I promised I'd protect you and I will," John couldn't quite remember when 'we' had become 'I' but it felt like a life's mission to him. He nervously stood up to sit on the edge of the bed and touched Justin's arm. The younger man immediately moved closer, shivers subsiding as he felt strong arms wrap around him. "You're safe, Justin. I'll keep you safe."

In the bathroom Randy was pacing backwards and forwards as Evan cleaned his split lip.

"He hit you Ev, you welcome him into your home and he hit you."

"He was scared, he didn't know where he was and god only knows what they used to do to him to make him react like that," Evan dabbed away the last of the blood and turned round. "And what the hell were you both doing watching us anyway?"

"You weren't in your room, and I... I was scared," Randy admitted sheepishly, "I thought something had happened to you when I went into your room and you weren't there, and then John called me over because he'd checked on Justin and saw you both."

"Nothing happened," Evan said quietly, "we just slept, I promise you." He wouldn't blame Randy for not trusting him, after everything that had happened in the past. He looked at a future without Randy and the thought terrified him.

"I believe you," Randy soothed, stopping his pacing and pulling Evan close to him, "I trust you Ev." He hoped that Evan believed him, even if he himself still had doubts.

"I'm glad you're home," Evan rested his head on Randy's chest. "Missed you." He then fully processed what Randy had said previously, "John was looking in on Justin?"

"Yeah," Randy thought no more of it but Evan held a little hope in his heart that something else good might come of the whole situation.

"Can we go to bed?" Evan asked.

"Thought you'd never ask," Randy nodded as Evan led the way. He firmly closed the door behind them and pulled his t shirt over his head.

Evan gave an appreciative smirk, and yanked his t shirt off and pushed his shorts to the floor. Standing their just in briefs he gave a shy smile, awaiting Randy's next move. Randy kicked off his shoes and socks and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He walked towards Evan like a viper stalks his prey, pushing him backwards onto the bed and covering his body with his own.

"Missed you," Randy breathed, kissing Evan gently.

Evan gasped at the kiss, his lip still sore. Randy's kiss was worth every inch of pain. He lay back and allowed Randy to do as he wished, revelling in the feelings. Randy moved down the bed licking and biting at Evan's chest, memorising every inch of him. He had been more scared than he could ever admit when he'd arrived home to find that Evan wasn't there. The thought of never having the smaller man underneath him again was terrifying, and he wanted to try and show Evan exactly how much he meant to him. And there was something else, something darker that he didn't want to acknowledge.

Randy pushed down Evan's briefs as he reached his prize, licking and nuzzling at his groin eagerly. Evan groaned in pleasured delight. Randy had been wary around him when he came to sex, and to have him taking control and just taking what he wanted made Evan happier than he could imagine, because he felt that finally Randy might be getting past what Evan had done.

Randy tasted his lover, trying to take as much of him as possible, wanting Evan to feel amazing. He needed to have him in this way, to claim him. There was still a tiny part of him that felt doubt about what he'd seen, about what Evan had done, and he wanted for Evan to never want or need another man again.

Evan threw his head back, his hips thrusting up towards Randy's mouth, desperate for that heat, for Randy to bring him to completion. He wanted to be owned by Randy, to give him everything, and the Viper appeared determined to take it all. Flashes of light started behind Evan's eyes and with a small cry he came, squeezing Randy's shoulder with one hand, the contact the only thing still anchoring him to reality.

Randy slithered back up the bed and pulled Evan close to him, trying to gather his thoughts. The high flyer snuggled against the larger man, his blissful high slowly drifting away as he realised how tense Randy actually was.

"I love you," Evan whispered.

"Love you too," Randy closed his eyes to try to hide his doubts and fears, but Evan knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" Evan sat up, shaking with nerves. "Randy, what have I done?"

"You haven't done anything, I just... I was scared," he confessed.

"Scared of what?" The realisation hit Evan like a ten ton truck, "you thought I slept with Justin."

"No, well only for a second but it just reminded me of everything that happened before."

"So what was that? You don't trust me but you make me feel so amazing, I don't get it?"

"I wanted to show you that you were mine and make you never want anyone else," Randy knew it sounded stupid when he said it out loud but his thoughts were so confused he didn't trust himself to say anything else.

"You don't trust me," Evan said quietly.

"I do... In my heart I do but there's just this... flicker of doubt. And, when I saw you with Justin for a moment I was so scared cos I thought that he understands how you feel and he can help you where I can't, and then I saw that you had your arms around him and he was so sad and I felt proud of you for being there for him." Randy looked away, ashamed of his feelings, "but I have to be honest, I'm still struggling with what you did and I hate myself for that."

"I understand," Evan was hurt beyond words but he felt like he didn't deserve any less. "I will prove myself worthy of you."

"Evan you are more than worthy, you are everything," Randy held on to Evan tightly, "I never want to hurt you, and I will work through this I promise. I don't wanna lose you." The words went a little way to soothe Evan's distressed heart but doubt remained. As they embraced they realised that they were only at the start of their relationship and there was a long way to go before they reached salvation.

In the guest room it had taken John a couple of hours to calm Justin down, and eventually the younger man had fallen asleep in his arms. John moved a little so that he was leaning against the headboard, Justin snuggled against his side. In slumber he lost his haunted look, and seemed to be at peace. John stroked his hair gently, continuing to whisper the promises he had made.

"I'll keep you safe, you will never know fear if I can avoid it, I'm sorry that I hurt you but not sorry I brought you here."

Eventually John snuggled down next to the younger man and allowed sleep to claim him too.