Chapter Fourteen

"That's why you showed up at my apartment the other night you fucking bitch! You had to get yourself one last fuck! What did they pay you for that huh?-! How much is the going rate Cody?-!" He'd come bursting into Cody's room after nearly kicking in front door to his apartment and taken Cody the shoulders; and he was so close to loosing it that his grip on reality was hanging on by a thread at best. He was so angry and all over the place with it, shouting, screaming and pushing Cody around like he was nothing and grew even angrier as each second passed and Cody apologies weren't enough. He just couldn't calm down from the state of pure rage the video had sent him into and every inch of him wanted to take it out on that lying backstabbing fucking whore he once thought was his trusted lover!

Fucking hell how could he do this to him?-! How could he be so fucking heartless?-!

He'd taken him by the shoulders after shoving him towards the night stand and held him there to scream in his face; he just hated him so much now, the fucking tramp had broken his heart so fucking bad!-!-! His fingers clutched and dug into him hard enough to bruise and inflicted such pain as they jerked him about; and he didn't fucking care, he hoped he hurt him, he hoped he made the fucking bitch bleed! "Randy please I didn't want to do this-" Yeah right! Then why fuck did he?-! "The hell you didn't!" He sneered and squeezed harder; fuck he hated him so fucking much!-! Caniving fucking WHORE!-! "Please Randy you don't understand!" Cody begged and pleaded over and over but Randy didn't listen, he didn't CARE. He wasn't going to believe a single word that came out of that lying slut's parasitic mouth! He refused to be a fool and if Cody wasn't careful he just might fuck up his pretty face! "You fucking bitch." He sneered cruelly as he slapped a hand around his throat and squeezed way too tight, "How long has it been since you've been tested?-!"

Cody looked back and forth between his eyes frantically and he seemed terrified by his question, or maybe by the hand tightening around his throat?

"...W-what?"

Randy snarled; stupid son of a bitch! He slammed him against the wall between the bed and the nightstand, holding him there by his windpipe and came dangerously close to his face with a venomous hiss, "Can you hear me now you piece of shit?-!" He came closer, squeezing tighter, "HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU WERE TESTED?-!" He was seething and panting watching Cody's heavily dilated eyes grow wide as he gasped and gulped beneath his hand and only just realized that Cody was so fucking high; and still he didn't care. In fact he hated him more for it because it was just something else about the real Cody that he didn't know.

"Ss-six months!" Cody choked out and tore his fingers away long enough to take a deep breath; and Randy's anger surged to new heights. Six fucking months?-! And Cody let them have unprotected sex?-! Oh god there was no telling what kind of diseases he'd picked up!-! Fuck fuck fuck!-!-! The bitch probably gave him something he'd never be able to get rid of!-!-! Oh fucking HELL! His head started to spin and he was so out of breath; he just couldn't believe this was happening! He curled his free hand into a fist that trembled and shook at his side; no no no this just couldn't be real!-!-! Cody wasn't a fucking whore working for Mizanin and he hadn't been his fool! That just couldn't be, he was stuck in a horrible nightmare, that's it, he was just dreaming and if he prayed hard enough he'd wake up! He clenched his eyes shut for a moment and desperately prayed to wake up. He didn't, and when he opened his eyes he almost let out a bitter cry; he'd give anything not to lose what he thought they had. He LOVED Cody and the bitch fucking PLAYED him like a fool! What the fuck was he supposed to do now?-! How did he even being to recover and heal from this horrible, devastating betrayal?-!

Oh...GOD...

He felt sick again, his stomach cramping so horribly hard he thought it might actually rupture from the strain; "You had better not have given me anything!" He spat nastily as he leaned towards his face with another hiss, "I swear to God Cody!"

"I didn't!" Cody rasped and started to pry at his fingers around his throat again, his eyes burning bright with panic, "You were the only one-"

"Don't fucking lie to me!-!-!" He drew his free hand back and punched it into the wall just centimeters away from Cody's head with a loud ferocious scream; it went through. It went threw and it hurt and left a big hole but he didn't care; he was already just so fucking broken and he couldn't bare to hear anymore of his lies.

"I'm not!" Cody insisted visibly shaking and trying even harder to break the tight hold he had around his throat, "Please I-I swear I didn't give you anything!"

"If you did I swear to God I will...I will..." Fuck he didn't know exactly what he'd do but he knew it wouldn't be pretty, Cody would be lucky if he didn't break every bone in his pretty little face!

"Please." Cody begged again, "Randy I'm sorry!"

"Shut up! Don't even pretend like you feel remorse because we both know you fucking don't!" He didn't know where his words kept coming from but he was certain of them while he honestly didn't understand how was he even capable of speech when his heart was so fucking broken. He'd truly never felt a hurt so hard or so deep…

"I do feel remorse! Please Randy you have to believe me! I didn't want to do this! I tried to stop but Michael wouldn't listen, he made me do it!"

Randy's head jerked back hard with a hiss and he felt his blood fucking boiling beneath his skin; Michael?-! Mother fucking MICHAEL?-! That was all he heard and all he needed to hear, it was painful, cutting him to the core and fucking finished the job of crushing him and made him feel a complete and utter fool. His arm shot up, that fucking bitch! He struck him with his hand, hard across the face, and didn't regret it even as a strong mark almost instantly swelled across Cody's cheek. "Shut the fuck up!" Fuck fuck fuck!-!-! How close were they if Cody and Mizanin were on a first name basis?-! The bitch was probably fucking him too! FUCK!-!-!-! He was probably fucking Mizanin behind his back the whole fucking time!-!

"Owww..." He watched Cody whimper slightly, flinching as he touched the bruised flesh and weaved forward slightly, "Shhhit."

Good, it should have hurt and he didn't give a fuck about the shattered expression that had risen on Cody's features and eyes along with the nice fresh bruIse on his cheek; he only wished he'd hit him harder. He slapped his hand away from his face and jerked his head up by his chin to glare him in the eyes; he wasn't anywhere near done with the lying bitch, "You stupid cunt you ruined my life!" He forced his head back to the wall and was happy to hear it connect with a hard thud, "Tell me you piece of shit, why'd you fucking do this to me?-! Huh?-! Why me?-!"

Cody went still, his arms falling to his sides as he seemed to give up and accepted his punishment, "Be-Because Michael wants you…"

He tightened his fingers around his chin as he inched closer, trembling as the rage continued to flow threw his veins like pure liquid fire; he was so close to hitting him again and would if Cody didn't fucking answer his questions!

"WHY?-!"

Cody flinched, "I-I don't know!-!"

"Liar!"

"No I swear I don't know! He wouldn't tell me!"

Cody's answer only further pissed him off, how the fuck he was supposed to deal with that issue too when he didn't even know why Mizanin really wanted him?-! On the video he'd said it was his determination that made him spare his life but he wasn't a naive enough to believe that was the ONLY reason why Mizanin wanted him. There was something else that twisted bastard was after and it wasn't good for Cody that he didn't know what it was. He shook his head bitterly, "Why am I wasting my time asking a pathetic cock whore like you?" He asked with a disgusted scoff and released his face, "You're just going to lie to me because that's all you know how to do. Lie and suck cock. That's why Mizanin wouldn't tell you, because you're a bottom feeding trick." He took a step back and tore open the top drawer of the night stand to start gathering his things he'd left there over the course of their "relationship" and didn't let Cody come out from the small space he'd stuck him in with a hand still pressed to his chest; fuck that lying waste of a human life!

He tossed various items out of his way, scowling as he struggled to find a cell phone charger he remembered sticking there and froze when his fingers brushed against something unsettling. "Oh fucking hell…" He hissed sharply, "You're on coke too?-!" He yanked the drawer out and dumped its contents down to the floor before throwing it at him, almost smirking as it just barely missed Cody's head and bounced off the wall with a startling bang. Cody gasped and panted, begged him to stop but he ignored the whore he once trusted as he looked down to confirm his statement; and his eyes grew wide as he noticed that two tightly rolled small bags of white powder had tumbled and rolled to a stop at his feet. "Fuck..." He picked them up, looking them over quickly before shoving them towards Cody's shameful, fear stricken face, "Is this what helps you live with yourself you fucking bitch?-! Huh?-! Does this shit help you to sleep at night?-!"

"I'm sorry-"

"No!-! Don't even fucking pretend that you care! Everything you've ever told me has been a lie!"

"That's not true! Randy please listen to me I TRIED to tell you! I tried to warn you-"

"The fuck you did! " He shouted bitterly and threw the rolled drug at him violently, "How could you do this to me?-! I would have given you everything!-!-!"

Cody gulped as he suddenly latched onto his arms, "You still can." He whispered, looking around as if he knew they were being watched and his fingers tightened to a desperate hold around the bends of his elbows. But Randy tore away with an angry hiss, "Fuck you." He'd never trust the bitch again and he sure as fuck wasn't going to pretend even for a second that he would. "Randy please listen to me! Sometimes even the important stuff is just out of your control! I tried to stop him! I tried to save you from this! Please you have to believe me!" His words were familiar and he did remember them from their first date but in the heat of the moment he still didn't give a shit. Cody had betrayed him and hurt him so badly that there was no going back; he'd never be the same after this and for some reason...He thought Cody was proud of that. "Shut your mouth," He warned in another angry hiss, "Or I'll shut it for you."

Cody shook his head and surprised him with a firm slap to the neck, his fingers curling around him like a hungry snake catching it's prey. And he tore him towards his lips. They met and Randy grunted; what the fuck?-! He tried to shove himself away but Cody held on and pulled him back in until they bumped against the wall, his tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. Cody kissed him hard, his tongue probing deep and doing everything it could to gain a response but Randy still rejected it. He still rejected HIM and gave his chest a violent shove that abruptly their kiss.

"FUCK YOU!-!-!" He screamed this time and frantically tried to wipe the whores taste from his lips; lord only knows what kind of parasites he was crawling with!

"That's not very nice Detective Orton." A voice came from behind them and sent more rage surging through his veins; NononoOh fuck NO!-! Not him, not now!-!-! He whirled around with a ferocious growl to see the one man he truly despised standing there, his arms crossed and a evil smirk plastered over his arrogant face. "Mizanin." He sneered and reached for his gun, drawing it swiftly and aimed it for the bastards head. "Take another step and I swear to god I'll blow you're fucking head off."

"Randy…" He heard Cody whisper from behind him, "Don't."

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped without taking his eyes from the sick fuck standing in the door way, "And you, " He paused, clicking the safety on his gun out of place and cocked it for use, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't empty a clip into your fucking skull."

"You won't," Mizanin shrugged, "But a reason would be that if you did, well then Christopher would have to return the favor…To your family." His smirk widdened and he looked all to relaxed with a gun pointed at his fucking head, "Say, does your mother still work for that insurance company off of Highland St?" His head titled to the side in question although the evil smirk stayed in place and it was accompanied by an even more menacing glimmer in his bright cold blue eyes, " I think she should live closer because that hour long commute is just awful and quite risky at night. But she's a tough woman and she assured me the long drives helps relax her on her way to and from work. Still though…"

Randy almost wretched, his angry hot blood going cold as a terrified shudder tore threw him, shit…Mom…He clenched the gun tighter and took a few steps towards him, "You son of a bitch you stay away the fuck away from her!" Oh god oh god OH GOD!-!-!-! That bastard had seen his mother?-! Oh fucking fuck he'd actually talked to her?-! Shit shit fucking shit FUCK!-!-!

"How about we just skip to the part where you accept my offer and we put all this nasty business behind us, hmm? Your mother is a very lovely woman and I'd honestly hate for anything BAD to happen to her because her son couldn't play by the rules. Now, come, we have MUCH to discuss and the limo is waiting." He paused again and looked behind him with slightly raised brows, "Cody? Grab your over-night bag."

"What?" Came a startled reply and Randy chose that moment to lower his gun; what choice did he have? Mizanin had him, that fucking bastard HAD him and there was nothing he could do about it. At least, not yet anyway. He swallowed hard and dropped his eyes to the floor. Everything was happening so fast, he'd gone home and found the video and was bursting into Cody's apartment not but an hour later…And now this. Now Mizanin was there to collect him and he had to go with him, he HAD to do as he was told and he was completely and utterly fucked!

"Just do it and hurry up." Mizanin said firmly as he stepped further into the room towards them, "You've got two minutes."

"No. " Cody refused sharply and Mizanin frowned hard, "Excuse me?"

"NO. You said if I helped you with this that you'd let me go and erase my debt."

"For fucks sake Cody have you been hittin that blow hard again?" He asked and nodded, answering his own question before Cody even had the chance to, "You always get a little defiant when you over do that shit and normally I can tolerate it but, I really don't have time for this tonight!"

"Just leave him alone." Randy heard himself say but didn't know why or even where it came from, nor the rest that followed, "You got me, what do you need HIM for?" He was shaking, seething with such rage and hate as he watched Mizanin come closer and knew if he didn't put his gun away he never would. He returned to the holster on his chest, fucking shit fucking fuck FUCK! This was just going to get worse, Mizanin wanted to get into a fucking limo? What the fuck why?-! Where was he taking him? And why the fuck did Cody have to come too?-!

Mizanin let out heavy sigh and shook his head, "Not that it's any of your business but his REAL boyfriend Drew is on his way into town and he'd like it if Cody was there to greet him."

"I don't want to see Drew!" Cody shouted and he could hear the panic in his voice and dared to glance at him; and Cody looked just as afraid and terrified as he sounded.

"Awww Cooody! Andrew will be so sad to hear that when you tell him in about twenty minutes!"

" You bastard you gave me your word!-! You promised me you'd let me go and give me my money back!"

Michael sighed again and called to his hired goons over his shoulder, "Barrette! Have your boy help Cody get to the limo would you? He's not in his right mind again."

Wade appeared in the door way, arms crossed, shoulders pushed back and a nasty scowl sinking his thick black brows. Randy frowned, shit Wade Barrette was there?-?-? For some reason that didn't come as a shock to him, he'd always known Barrette was a dirty cop from the first moment he'd laid eyes on that goofy looking mother fucker; he just couldn't prove it.

"No! Stop!" Cody nearly screamed as he jumped out from between the bed and the night stand and rushed towards the closet, "I can do it myself!"

Mizanin nodded and waved Wade off as he turned and started towards the door, "That's what I thought. Come Orton, and give your guns to Wade on your way out."

Fuck, not his guns! Not his babies! He clutched the strap of the holster around his torso and fought with himself to take it off as he slowly followed Mizanin out of the room, glaring at Wade as he nearly bumped into him in the hallway, "Bastard." He sneered at him as he continued to clutch at his holster, almost refusing to hand it over, "I knew you were dirty." Wade smirked, the movement slightly crinkling his long oddly shaped nose that Randy had such a strong urge to break, just one punch and he'd knocked some sense into the awful monstrosity that goofy looking bastard called a nose. And he'd loved to see just how badly that big honker would bleed too…

"Right," Wade confirmed with a nod and stuck his hand out, "And now you are too. Guns, NOW. ALL of them."

Randy bit back a nasty snarl as he slowly moved his jacket from his shoulders and Wade snatched it away in a flash, "HURRY UP."

"Fuck you." He snapped and continued to take his time, carefully pulling down each strap of the holster from his shoulders, fuck he didn't want to do this but what choice did he have? Mizanin had way too much on him and now that his mother was in the mix he wasn't going to put up a fight. He couldn't, her life depended on it.

The holster slipped from around his body and he shoved it towards the tall Englishman with a bitter scowl, "Is your little buddy Otunga in on this shit too?"

Wade smiled, nodding, "He's in the limo but I can have him up here in less than a minute if you're that eager to see him."

"Fuck you." He snapped again just as Cody came rushing out of the room and hurried passed them, and it was a good thing he did because if he'd stopped to talk to him again he'd have lost some of his fucking teeth. Randy would have knocked his fucking lights out too!

"Get moving." Wade ordered and gave him a shove so that he did but not before staring him down one last time; he would kill Wade by the time this was over, that much he was sure of.

He followed at first, keeping his head down and his eyes on the backs of Mizanin's feet as they left Cody's apartment and went down the stairs and did his best to calm his nerves; he was so fucking scared.

They emerged from the building and instantly he spotted a long black stretched limo with it's back door open parked along the curb and froze in his tracks. No…No he couldn't do this! He couldn't go with them! He started to back up but a strong hand clamped around the back of his neck and hauled him forward towards the open door and forced him through it.

Mizanin pushed him in and he nearly stumbled, catching himself on the edge of one of the soft leather seats and pulled himself to the other side opposite from the door, turning and putting his back to the wall and realized, they weren't alone in here either. He scowled as he eyed the two familiar faces of Alex and Otunga laughing at him and almost made a mad dive for the door after Mizanin climbed in and waited for the driver to close it.

"Go sit in the back with the others Wade," Mizanin said and directed with a simple wave of his hand as the taller man followed by Cody climbed inside, "And keep it down."

Randy gulped as he looked to the back and found Cody already sitting beside Otunga who was quietly smiling from ear to fucking ear. Shit keep what down? Fuck fuck fuck it had better not be what he thought it was because he COULD NOT handle that! That would fucking kill him!

"Orton." Michael called and he jerked his head back to him with a furious glare but said nothing as he waited for the "man in charge" to give him his orders, not that he'd follow them without protest but he thought it might be amusing to find out what Mizanin's first order to him would be, "Don't be rude, I'm sure you remember Alex."

Yeah he remembered the bitch alright; and he also remembered that he hadn't liked him. He flicked his eyes to the blond crawling down the seat towards him and before he could respond Alex was touching his chest, his fingers spreading out to lay flat and got themselves a generous feel of the solid muscle they discovered beneath the thin cotton material of his black under shirt. He swallowed hard, his stomach tightened and he glowered at the younger man as he watched his hand travel downward towards his groin, "Mmm Mizzie baby when do I get to have him all to myself?" Alex asked softly and licked his lips like a hungry dog patiently awaiting dinner. "Later sweetness," Michael sighed gently with a smile, "But you can play with him a little bit now if you dare."

Oh hell no! Randy pulled back with a snarl and slapped Alex's hand away angrily, "Don't fucking touch me." But Alex was persistent and with an annoying giggle grabbed a handful of his sex before he could stop him and gave it a firm groping, "Would you rather sit next to the whore back there? At least I'm not a bottom bitch like he is-Ugh that reminds me, don't let me forget to give you a bath when we get home. I don't want you bringing anything disgusting into our bed."

His heart started pounding harder in his chest. Fuck, OUR bed?-! What the fuck he was not sleeping with that crazy bitch!

"FUCK YOU ALEX!" Cody suddenly howled from the back, "You stupid bitch!" He flew across laps viciously clawing and tearing at everything he touched in efforts to reach him; but it was useless. Too many strong arms and hands took hold of him everywhere and yanked him away from Alex just as he was within reach, and Cody shrieked.

"Ha ha who's the stupid bitch now?-!" Alex taunted like a five year old on a play ground, and Randy took the moment of distraction to lash out. "Still you." He growled and jerked his elbow into Alex's side as hard as he could, he wasn't defending Cody, more like stating a fact and hoped it hurt. Alex jerked back, holding his side and almost fell down to the lay on the seat, "Owww! Mizzie he hit me!" The young blond whined and called out and seconds later Wade had the cold barrel of his own fucking gun pressed to the side of his head, "Give me a reason Orton." He pressed it harder, "Come on bitch give me a reason to blow your fucking head off!"

Shit! Fuck fuck fuck! He closed his eyes hard, holding his breath and waited; was Mizanin going to let Barrette kill him?-! Wade cocked the gun and the click echoed deafeningly loud in Randy's ears. But why! Why let Wade kill him?-! Hadn't they just gone through a load of shit to get to him?-! Why go through all that just to fucking shoot him in the back of a fucking limo?-!

"Wade! Put the gun down." Michael ordered and he felt the taller Englishman quickly do as he was told as the cold metal barrel fell away. He opened his eyes just in time to see him returning the gun to his chest; fucking bastard had his whole god damn holster on like he fucking owned it! "Don't get too comfortable in that." He warned sharply with a scowl and held Wade in a firm stare, "I'll be getting it back."

"Not any time soon." Michael broke in and he jerked his attention back to the twisted bastard who was now sipping from a small glass of what appeared to be orange juice and smiling like a mad-man, "That's up to Alex."

"Oh yeah like I'm going to give him his guns back after he just hit me." Alex scoffed and rolled his eyes, still rubbing his side but sitting up and went to touch him again; and this time he let him. What choice did he have? Alex stroked a hand down his chest again, moaning slightly, "Mmm you'll get those back when you learn how to play nice."

"Easy now sweetness," Mizanin warned gently and Alex stopped moving and turned to him, "I don't think touching him right now is such a good idea."

Alex looked to Michael with a pout, his bottom lip protruding slightly for emphasis, "But I want to play with him! You said I could!"

"And you will. But right now he needs some time to let things...sink in. Why don't you pour him something to drink to help him relax?"

"No!" Randy finally snapped, his heart was pounding, his body was tensed and aching from the strain, he couldn't take this a second longer! "No touching, no drinking, no more fucking GAMES! Just cut the shit Mizanin and tell me what the fuck you want with me!" He demanded as he ignored Alex sliding down the seat towards the mini bar and kept his eyes fixed on Michael, seething, shaking; god fucking damn it he hated that twisted son of bitch! Just fucking looking at him made Randy want to vomit!

"Once we get to where we're going," Michael replied with a content sigh and a wide smirk, "You and I will sit down and have a nice long chat." He paused a second to sip from his glass, swirling it around some as he lowered it from his lips again, "Until then, sit there and play nice or I'll let Barrette shoot you in the head." He shrugged, "Your choice."

He scowled but felt Alex pushing a glass at him and promptly took it, splashing it's orange sweet smelling contents over the rim onto his fingers as he gave it a quick once over before downing half of it in one go. It was sharp with liquor, cold and sweet, almost too sweet and he distinctly remembered having this particular brand of orange juice once before and didn't think anything of it as he went to finish and prayed it took the edge off. "Randy don't!" He heard Cody shout and Alex's hand was suddenly wrapped around his wrist holding the glass, "Woooah there take it easy on that stuff." What the fuck he wanted to get drunk! Why not just fucking let him?-! Alex pulled the drink from his hand with a light chuckle and a quick glance towards Mizanin; what the fuck?-!

He blinked rapidly and took a hard breath suddenly feeling incredibly hot as everything around him seemed to start burning just a little bit brighter and his mind recoiled into a hazy mess. His vision blurred for a moment and his head felt light and fucking hell he was so god damn HOT. "Shit," He grumbled, panting slightly now and pulled against the collar of his shirt to fan himself with it lightly. "You...You drugged me." He realized and said aloud in a raspy tone as he put a shaky hand on Alex's arm to steady himself. "A little," Alex shrugged as he dropped his fingers to his thigh and slid it upwards towards his groin once more, "It's called horny juice. You've had it before just, not like that. That was highly concentrated and you were only supposed to only sip it but…" He trailed off as his hand made it to his cock and only when it touched him through his pants did he realize he was painfully turned on, his cock was hard and throbbing and nearly bursting out from the zipper. Fuck fuck fucking FUCK! This was not happening! He did not have a massive erection during a fucked up time like this!

"Damn lover you're on fire aren't you?"

He nodded and it made him dizzy, "So HOT." Fuck why did he fucking say that?-! "Get the fuck away from me."

"You are far too stubborn, Orton, " He heard Michael scold but couldn't see him, all he could see was Alex moving onto his lap, and groaned as he straddled his burning groin, "Don't make me kill you." Came Michael's voice again and Alex started working open the button on his jeans, his fingers popping it and yanked down the zipper, freeing him but all together not.

"I've got an idea," Alex purred in his ear as his hand slipped inside the thin material of his briefs and took hold of his throbbing sex, giving it several strokes that felt entirely too fucking good. "What do you think, lover? Want me to suck it?"

Randy shuddered as he felt himself nodding and wanted to scream; oh god why did he do that?-! Why wasn't he shoving Alex away and punching his lights out?-! What the fuck was wrong with him?-! It was like he was there but someone else using his voice was speaking for him, fucking hell someone else was calling the shots and he was fucking powerless to stop it!

Alex rose up on his lap, a twisted smile over his lips and he seemed so god damn proud of himself it made Randy's stomach churn. Or was that the horny juice?

"You're crazy aren't you?" He heard himself ask and barely realized he was looking up at his blue eyes for answers, and his hands were suddenly sliding up Alex's sides on their own accord. "Maybe. " Alex chuckled softly as he lent forward and braced his hands on the wall of the limo behind them, grinding his ass to his cock with a delighted moan, "Mmm apparently you LIKE crazy." He pressed a little firmer and threw his head back as he rode a little faster, "Fuck you're so hard. And fucking HUGE. God I can't fucking wait to get you home."

In a lusty daze Randy smirked as his hands dropped down to his hips, his fingers curling around them as they guided the younger mans movements on his lap to a steady, firm grinding and didn't turn away when he felt soft lips closing over his own.

"Oh so you can play nice." Alex moaned softly into his mouth and gave his lips a flick with his tongue. Randy nodded, flicking back, completely lost in the moment as he bucked against him, "I can do a lot of things nice." Came his voice again and he felt his body surging with such arousal and need he'd do anything to make it stop.

"Oohhh lover, show me!" Alex whined and frantically pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside and crushed his mouth to his for a hard kiss. And they stayed like this for a while, their tongues dueling and tasting, Alex rocking and grinding on his lap, their hands groping and roaming everywhere they could reach…And it all felt way too fucking good as what felt like liquid ecstasy coursed through his entire body and set it ablaze with desire. He forgot about everything as Alex drove his tongue between his lips over and over, the skillful wet muscle probing deep and kissing him with such vigor and need his cock was throbbing and twitching for attention by the time the blond broke away and trailed his lips down his neck.

"Mmm fuck me, lover." Alex moaned against his skin and squirmed excitedly on his lap until Randy slapped a hand around his neck, "Suck my cock." He hissed softly, stroking his head and neck and Alex started to slid down with a nod and a eager smile….

"Alex!" Michael voice suddenly boomed around them and shattered the haze clouding Randy's mind long enough for him to realize what he was doing and he jerked to a stop, " Not here." Michael added and Randy agreed. Fuck not here or anywhere else for that matter! God damn it he was NOT going to fuck Mizanin's little play thing! Fucking hell hadn't he already done that?-! Is that what put him in the middle of this fucking mess?-!

Alex whimpered slightly as he thankfully and abruptly slid back to the seat but kept his legs draped over his lap and laid down onto his back, "Mizzie please, he's SO ready."

"I said no." Michael snapped and Alex whimpered again but other wise fell silent, "Get dressed, we're pulling into the garage."

"Randy?" He heard Cody call to him but couldn't bring himself to look, he just couldn't face him right now and not because of the betrayl or the lies but because he was struggling with the shock of almost fucking Mizanin's little pet. They'd come so close and he hadn't given a damn if anyone was watching; he brought a shaky hand up and touched his brow. Shit now he did care and if the blissful drug wasn't coursing through his system and controlling his every move he'd have felt sick about it.

He'd have felt so fucking sick about all of it.

Alex sat up again and retrieved his shirt from the floor with an exasperated sigh, and Randy flinched as his legs moved against his rigid cock and he had to bite his lip to swallow a moan as he prayed one last time to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

But still…He didn't. And it wasn't long after he sent out his silent prayer that Alex was tugging him out of his seat and they spilled out of the limo into the cold nights air.

It was dark but a quick glance told him they were in a short parking garage that besides one or two cars was other wise empty and quiet.

"Hello lovely." Came a thick Scottish voice and he searched the darkness as a tall figure stepped out of the shadows towards them. It was a man, he was tall, white skinned with long brown hair hanging freely but well combed around his shoulders, and Randy didn't recognize him.

"Hey Drew..." Cody purred as he strutted towards the tall long haired brunette with a smile that Randy had once thought was only for him and the sight broke his heart all over again as Andrew pulled him closer and they kissed, their tongues meeting outwardly before their lips; and Andrew visibly gave Cody's ass a firm squeeze. Randy shivered; fuck he just wanted to die, how could Cody DO this to him? What had he ever done to anyone that was so wrong that made him deserve this?-! He was a good man wasn't he? He was a solid person with a kind heart…Wasn't he?-!

"Disgusting isn't it?" Alex asked as he tugged on the bend of his arm, "Total slut is so fucking slutty."

He drew his mouth in a slight snarl, "And you're not?"

"What?-!" Alex gasped in outrage and looked utterly shocked with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, "Of course not! That's absurd! I would never sell my body like that!" He took his arm and wrapped theirs together as if they were a true couple and started to lead them away from the limo, "Don't worry lover I'd never do something so low or degrading. I have much higher standards than that."

With a bitter scoff he ignored him, he had to, and he tore his eyes away from Cody and let Alex tug him along. His heart was pounding and his head was light but someone how he managed to keep up in following Mizanin towards a small elevator that upon seeing he was terrified to step foot in. Alex pulled him harder and as they grew closer and the sense of danger almost choked the breath out of him.

He shivered as he stopped, gulping and yanked free from Alex in one try; it was the door…It was…It was red. And not just any red but a bright, shiny crimson that was oddly illuminated in the darkness, a true ominous sign that sent a shiver down his spine as something deep down told him that whatever laid beyond that door wasn't going to be good and that this deal he'd been forced to take, was not going to end well.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

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