Chapter Sixteen

Hours later Randy lay in a heap against the softest set of maroon cotton sheets on a huge bed, THEIR BED, limp on his side, panting, his entire body still painfully burning with need; and the last few hours were a complete blur. But, in the blur, there was a constant image of a clock on the night stand beside their four poster bed, it's bright green numbers telling him the time that seemed to crawl by as he...As he...SCREWED Michael's special boy to completion over and over. It was late as he lay there, almost three and he desperately needed to sleep. But, he shivered, his eyes fluttering, he was so exhausted he couldn't sleep. He felt anxious, still coming down from their sex, still suffering under the high of the juice he'd had too much of, and sadly, a line of cocaine he'd been more than willing to do.

His whole body just felt so god damn GROSS and…and SICK! It was so awful! Minutes earlier Alex had climbed onto him again, straddling his lap like he was going for a fucking ride-Yeah, RIGHT! Randy had shoved him clean off of himself and the bed in one go, tackling his thick body to the floor with a hoarse scream. Alex was NOT going to have him like that! It was too intimate, too special and meant for real lovers; not them and their sick sex that in his sober mind he wouldn't fucking want!

Honestly the kid was a fucking idiot. Randy didn't want to look at Alex while they fucked so why would he let that crazy bitch ride his lap?-! This was all happening so fast and he hadn't even had the chance to process the fact that he was utterly and completely FUCKED. But, it was starting to sink in and just looking at Alex was too much and he'd refused to do it, shoving the crazy blonds face into the mattress or floor and snarled for him to keep it there.

He just…couldn't believe this was happening to him. And now he wondered as he lay there panting, sweating, and full of rage and desire, how could he let this happen to him? Fucking hell he should have known something was up when a gorgeous god like Cody actually showed interest in him. Guys like him never were! God damn it he felt like such an idiot! Deep down he knew he should have sensed that it was some kind of a set up from the very beginning. It was just all too fucking good to be true! But like a fool he'd been blinded by love, fucking idiot. And he had no one to blame but himself! Because even now his heart was broken but yet it still longed for Cody; it still wanted to make a fool out of him! He just didn't understand that!

He groaned as rolled onto his back against soft over-stuffed black colored pillows below a thick ten-bared iron head board, and his head felt heavy. Nothing made much sense to him in his current state but he was coherent enough that when Alex had crawled onto his lap for a ride earlier he'd put a stop to it and deemed it off limits. He just really didn't want that! And of course the younger blond became angry and demanded that he give him what he wanted, literally throwing a fit like a spoiled little brat until Randy tackled him to the bed and drove into him from behind with warning. It wasn't what the little psychopath wanted but it shut him up for the time being. And it gave him an excuse to slap him a around some too.

He moaned softly as he pressed his turned his face into the cool, soft, pillow and silently begged for sleep. Fuck he was so tired but still the drugs kept him going, they held him captive in a savage state he had not yet figured out how to pull himself from. Even as he lay just on the verge of passing out his body surged with another wave of need and he knew that if Alex pushed him for more he'd give in. He'd do it and he'd like it. Fucking sick right? He shivered; he thought so. And he hoped that come morning when he awoke, sober and clear headed, that he didn't die from sheer humiliation and utter disgust.

Because fuck how could he just give into Mizanin like that?-! He'd just given up and literally jumped into Alex's bed! What the fuck was wrong with him?-! Was it the juice?-! That stuff was pretty potent and he'd had quite a lot...But, was it really strong enough to make him jump into bed with Mizanin's special boy? Was it really controlling him like that?-! Or was he really just so fucking DONE being the good guy that he finally snapped?

To him it seemed entirely possible. He didn't have much fight left in him after finding out that Cody had been using him; in fact to him all of this only proved that he wasn't meant to have nice things or a special lover. That's why he hardly ever tried. Because he always got hurt! And forget ever spending money on something nice for himself! He was a bore and other than clothes he barely owned a bed and a Television because he just couldn't bring himself to want more. He was always so afraid that he'd lose it all or that maybe he didn't deserve it…

Fuck if only he knew how right he'd been to worry.

"Daaaamn." Alex suddenly let out a loud yawn, starling him slightly into jerking his head towards the blond slowly getting up from the floor where he'd left him; and he quickly sent out a silent prayer that he would be too tired to carry on.

"That wasn't very nice of you, lover. What were you thinking tackling me to the floor like an animal like that! I think I have rug-burn!"

"And?" He spat hoarsely, "You liked it." So what the fuck was he complaining about?-! He tensed as Alex came towards the bed with a sickening gleam in his eyes, "True." He plopped down beside him with loud, content sigh, "You were incredible, lover. Just like Cody said you would be."

He flinched instantly, jerking his head to look away. God damn it the little bitch just had to bring him up again didn't he?-! He had to kill him with that pain just a little bit more! "Don't say his fucking name." He warned, and it would be the last time. Next time he was going to knock his fucking lights out. "And don't tell me things he said!" Because he didn't want to know!

"Oops." Alex said with a yawn and he felt him moving around beside him for a moment, "My bad, I forgot."

Randy scoffed. Like hell he did. The crazy bastard was loving every second of his heartache over being there with him. Hell he was getting off on it!

"Whatever." He went to turn onto his side, hoping to fall asleep facing away from him when he felt Alex grab his wrist. Shit! Jesus what was it going to take to wear Alex out for the night?-! They'd done it at least four times, AT LEAST!

Alex smirked, forcing his hand against the railing above his head and held it there. "I've got something special for you, lover."

Randy frowned. He really didn't like the sound of that. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't run off before morning." Alex replied simply, slapping a pair of cold hand cuffs around him and the head board, quickly locking the cuff around his wrist, "Michael said to make sure you stayed put before I took off for the night."

What the fuck?-! "Wait you're leaving me here like this?-!" Oh hell fucking NO! He couldn't be serious! He sat up, yanking against the hard cold metal of his own fucking handcuffs and grabbed Alex's elbow, "I don't fucking think so!"

"Sorry lover," Alex yanked himself away with a tired sigh, stretching slightly with his arms in the air, "You're just going to have to deal with it because I'm going to bed. You wore my pretty ass out for the night."

"No fucking way!" He snarled as he caught his arm again, "Take these off!"

Alex instantly smirked, turning towards him and started sliding his fingers along the dip of his stomach, following the line between his muscles all the way to his chest. And Randy barely realized he was slowly falling back down to the sheets along with it. "Maybe." Alex whispered in a playful but soft tone and his fingers began their descent towards his groin, slipping ever so gently against his skin and nearly teasing him into a frenzy. God damn fucking horny juice!-!-! "If you let me ride your lap I might reconsider." Alex snickered, his hand stopping just above his groin and making him gasp. Fuck fuck fuck! Fucking juice! Fucking drugs! Fuck this was turning him on so bad, it just wasn't fair!

"It would be really easy with you already laying this way-"

"Fuck you!" He spat and cut him off because that shit was just NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! Alex was NOT going to have him that way!-!-!

"Aww don't be like that, lover!" Alex laughed and grabbed his cock, squeezing it firmly as he lowered his mouth over his chest and flicked his tongue out across the sensitive flesh of his nipple before drawing it into his mouth briefly, "We had a good time, didn't we?"

Randy arched and tried to turn his face into the pillow, "Stop..." It didn't matter if his body was having a good time or not, the fact was that deep down he wasn't. He didn't want to do this!

"Mmm feels good doesn't it?"

He arched higher towards the blonds mouth, his body acting on it's own accord until he jerked himself back down with a strained grunt, "Go to hell." He'd give anything for this to stop! He'd do anything to make Alex and his crazy horny juice go away!

"Such a dirty mouth, lover." Alex said and drew his skin between his teeth this time, the sharp edges catching the peak just right and sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. He clawed his hand into the sheets, and again he arched into the blonds mouth with a shuddery moan. Oh god he just couldn't take another second of this! He was going to fucking lose it! He tugged on the cuff, aching for freedom and trembling as he felt the hot wet flicking of Alex's tongue torturing his nipple into an unbearably sensitive state. The cuff cut into his skin, refusing to give and neither did the bed frame it was secured to, leaving him stuck and entirely too vulnerable. "Stop!" He cried out. But Alex kept going, moving to the other side and teasing him even more with harder nips and sharper lashes of his tongue.

With a deep groan he pressed his face to the pillow so hard it hurt, accepting the inevitable while silently begging for him to stop even though he knew it was pointless. No…Please…Not again…Not you…

He closed his eyes, readying himself for Alex to try climbing onto his lap again when suddenly the blond stopped, "Sleep well, lover." He heard him snicker and felt him move away and off the bed swiftly, "I'll see you tomorrow night."

His eyes flew open and before he could even sit up Alex was already gone, the door closed tightly behind him.

Shit. Now what? Was he really expected to sleep after all of this?-! This was his first moment alone since he'd been brought here and Alex really thought he was going to sleep?-! He growled softly, of course he didn't. That's why the little bitch laughed at him before he left.

He plopped down with a heavy sigh, eyeing his own set of handcuffs around his wrist and suddenly felt the urge to scream at them. God damn it he was so fucking trapped! It just wasn't fair! Was he not a good man?-! Did he not deserve something better than this?-! Fuck his whole life he tried to do the right thing and to be the best man he could be and he'd been promised that it would lead him to a life of happiness! Fuck what a lie that had been! Being the good guy had brought him nothing but heartache and now, it put his fucking family in danger. His own fucking MOTHER was wrapped up in his mess and it was all because he let some skeezy fucking prostitute with gorgeous hiplines fuck him over!

A knock suddenly came from the other side of the door and his eyes grew wide and he pulled the sheets up to hide his sex as it opened slowly, expecting to see Alex with a big 'just kidding' smirk on his face. But, instead, a much shorter, dark haired man wearing black jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt peeked around the edge of the door, his bright green eyes standing out so vibrantly against his long black hair that looked like pure silk laying against his shoulders. He was cute, almost reminding him of Cody with his small nose, and slightly pouty red lips and graceful cheek bones high upon his face. And of course he was much shorter and the long hair really threw everything off.

Still though, he was pretty cute and from his size he'd say pretty harmless too. He couldn't have been more than 5'5 and although he was well built he couldn't weight more than a hundred and forty pounds. Actually, Randy realized, he looked familiar like he'd seen him somewhere before, not just because he reminded him of Cody…

The man came in and closed the door, smiling warmly and gave a slight wave, "Hi." He said and his tone matched his body, cute but definitely not feminine. "Name's Tristan." He stepped closer carefully, "And don't worry I'm not here to make things worse. Michael asked me to check on you after Alex left so I thought I'd pop in before you fell asleep and ask if you needed anything?" He took another step, "Or maybe even some medical attention?"

He squinted as Tristan came closer, his brain finally clearing of the fog that had fucked him up for the past few hours. Fuck he recognized him now! He was one of the waiters at the T-strip! He lifted his cuffed wrist as high as he could, presenting it to him with a hopeful, arched brow, "I'm fine. Uncuff me?" First thing's first!

"Sorry," Tristan shook his head, "I don't have a key." Fuck of course he didn't. Why would he even ask something so stupid?-! God damn it he needed to fucking SLEEP. He pulled the sheets up higher to conceal his stomach, darting his eyes around the room in search of his clothes. Fuck, they were missing. Not even his fucking shoes were left behind! Damn it the least Alex could have done was leave his fucking shirt!

He let out another sigh and Tristan came closer to the bed, "Um…You want some water or something?"

Fuck yes! He nodded, rubbing his hand over his face and almost gagged as he caught a whiff of Alex's scent on his fingers. Fuck was a shower really asking too much?-! "You sure you can't uncuff me? I'm not going anywhere…It's not like I can leave without my clothes..."

"Sorry, I wasn't lying when I said I didn't have the key." Tristan's voiced echoed from what Randy assumed was a bathroom he'd disappeared across the room into. He emerged seconds later with a small plastic cup in his hand, offering it to him quickly. "Oh and I'm supposed to tell you that you still need to get to work on time so we need to leave around six."

He took a drink and almost choked, lowering the cup quickly without spilling it, "We?" What the fuck?

"Yeah um, Michael's giving you a car in the morning and um, I need a ride…" Tristan looked so innocent as he stood there, his hands lose at his sides and his bright green eyes so bright with question, "You don't mind do you? I don't live too far from here and it's on the way to your place…"

He frowned, what the hell? Why was this kid being so nice?-?-? "I wouldn't really have a choice if I did mind," He eyed him suspiciously, "So why bother asking?"

"Sorry." Tristan said softly and his eyes seemed to dim for a moment, "I was just trying to be nice…I know it's been a rough night for you."

"Rough doesn't even begin to cover it." He sneered, curling his fingers tight enough around the small plastic cup that it caved in and splashed it's contents everywhere, "I went from being a respectable detective for the LVPD to a psychopaths fuck PET. I'd say it was a pretty fucked up night!"

Tristan nodded slowly, his expression one of pure compassion and sympathy. Again, WHAT THE FUCK?-! "You poor thing," He watched him murmur, "I can only imagine how badly you must feel after all of this…"

He jerked back slightly and squinted, "You're not like the others are you? There's something different about you…" But he wasn't really buying it, something just didn't seem right about Tristan and this time he was going to trust his gut when it told him someone was no good.

"No, I'm not like the others." Tristan whispered and his eyes grew bright again, "Not at all."

"So then, what are you doing here?" He asked, only slightly curious…

"Well right now I'm checking up on you. And as for after this well I'm supposed to kind of watch you to make sure you're not going to try doing anything stupid like tell someone about Michael…Or something like that."

Oh so that was why. Randy huffed to himself. Or something like that? The kid was Mizanin's spy! Why didn't he just come right out and say it?-! He rolled his eyes. God damn it he just wanted to go the fuck home where he was safe from all of this bullshit! "Don't worry." He grumbled, turning onto his side and set the crushed cup down on the night stand beside the clock, "I don't have it in me to fight Michael on any of this." He pulled the sheets up to his shoulders, almost hiding beneath them and tried his best to get comfortable with his wrist securely attached to the head board, "I couldn't even if I did…He made sure of that."

For a long moment Tristan just stood there gazing at him, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. "I-I'll let you sleep…" He whispered between rough bites of his lip, "I'll be on the couch if you need me."

He frowned, what couch? Fuck he'd been so high on horny juice when he'd come in that he'd barely even realized they were even IN a room. At the time all he cared about was finding a bed with a hot naked willing body in it!

He sighed and closed his eyes to in hopes to sleep, fuck it. He'd get a better look in the morning…Err, well, in a couple of hours when he had to wake up to go to work.

"Woah, hang on, that's a fucking Bentley." Randy stopped dead in his tracks before the large black car in question and looked down at Tristan with wide eyes and then at a key in his hands.

"And?" Tristan arched a brow, "What's wrong with a Bentley?" Tristan had woken him up and handed him a set of keys after he'd gotten dressed a few minutes ago, telling him they'd find his ride in the parking garage he didn't even know how to get to and now he was standing before the car he'd always dreamed of owning! His stomach fluttered, this couldn't be right. "Well, nothing. But that can't be right, this must be a mistake." It had to be, there was no way Mizanin would hand him the keys to a two hundred thousand dollar car! Especially not a fucking BENTLEY.

"Nope, this is all you." Tristan smiled and gestured to the magnificent black automobile, "It's a gift."

"A gift?-!" No fucking way!

"Yep." Tristan nodded, "From Michael. He said it was for being so compliant and that you should check your bank account later today to get an idea of the kind of bonuses you'll receive every time you make this easy on him."

"I don't want his money." He snapped because honestly he didn't. But, yet, he couldn't take his eyes from the gorgeous car he would willingly dry hump if Tristan wasn't around. It was just so god damn beautiful and he wanted it so badly!

"Hmm," Tristan hummed, "But you're loving the car aren't you?"

He smirked, DUH. Of course he was! "It's a fucking Bentley. This is like…My dream car."

Tristan suddenly lunged forward and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the car of his dreams with an excited giggle, "Well come on then, don't you want to drive it?-!"

Hell yes! He clicked the remote to disarm the doors and gracefully climbed into the driver seat, almost convulsing with joy as the soft light tan leather padding fit around him perfectly. Oh god, he was in love. And in trouble.

Tristan got in on the other side, buckling up and was careful as he closed the door, "You're not going to tear ass out of here are you? There's a school zone not too far from here…"

"I'll be careful." He assured although he was oddly touched by Tristan's concern…At least someone in this world was still looking out for the children.

He brought the beast to life, shuddering as the engine purred almost too faintly for him to hear and just sat there for a second to enjoy the slight vibrations of the most perfect engine. Oh god he was in trouble. He LOVED this car. He eased out of the parking garage with such grace, shivering each time he hit the accelerator and felt a familiar burning well up in his groin. Oh fuck YES!

"I live about six blocks from here so just head out and take a right, it's a straight shot." He heard Tristan give directions but was hardly listening as he eased the car out of the garage, it was just so…so perfect! He did nod though…

Tristan suddenly leaned over, burying his face into his neck and held it there as his hand came up and slipped around the front of to his throat, "They can't hear us if we whisper." He heard him say softly against his ear, "Just pretend I'm kissing you and keep your eyes on the road." He didn't trust him yet but he nodded and did as he was told.

"There's two cameras and four microphones in your apartment, you're phones are bugged, even the one you use at work."

He frowned slightly, "How do you-"

"Because, I'm the one who bugged them." Tristan cut him off, "You'll find two microphones in your room, one beneath the bed and the other hidden behind the television. The other two are in the front room, one's above the door and the other is behind a light fixture by the kitchen."

Randy was so confused, why was Tristan telling him this?-! There was nothing he could about it! Its not like he could just walk up to them and turn them off! "I can't do anything-"

"Not yet. But I thought you should know where they are...The cameras too. Stay clear of your bedroom and the living room. To be quick, your bathroom is the only place that's safe..."

Good to know. But, was it true? And, why was Tristan telling him this?-?-? "Is the car bugged too?"

Tristan let out a small chuckle against his ear, his small fingers dancing lightly against the side of his neck for a second, "No..." He slowly pulled away, smiling, "No, the car is fine."

"Oh…" He felt himself blushing. Tristan was so cute and so far he was so nice…But…Fuck…He didn't trust him…And…And damn it he just wasn't Cody.

"You loved him, didn't you?

"Huh?" What?-! He held his breath. What the hell where did THAT come from?-!

"Cody…You loved him."

He scowled, glancing at him angrily, "What difference does it make?" He snipped, his tone bitter, "I was wrong." So SO WRONG.

"I'm so sorry."

"Why?" What. The fuck?-!

"Because no one deserves to have their heart broken like that… And, if it helps, Cody's hurting too."

"No he's not," He came back with bitterly, "He's laughing at me with the rest of them."

"You're wrong, he cares for you."

"Fuck him."

"He loves you."

"No he doesn't! If he did he wouldn't have done this...He'd have told me the truth..." He trailed off, trembling slightly as he took a deep breath and let it out slow. Why was Tristan even talking to him about this?-! It was none of his god damn business! And just who in the hell did he think he was telling him how things were! Fucking HELL!-!-! "Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Tristan nodded, leaning back into his seat and seemed get comfortable, "Sorry…But…Any time you DO want to talk, call me and I'll come right over."

His scowl deepened, "Why?" Was he going to try pumping him for information about Mizanin too?-!

Tristan was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed out the window in a thoughtful gaze and he seemed so…so…genuine right then. Like he actually cared…Fuck who was this kid?-?-?

"I could lie and say I'm just trying to be nice but enough people have lied to you so I'm not going to do that." He broke away from the window and dropped his gaze to his lap. "The truth is that I know you could use someone to talk to about all of this, someone who you can trust that won't judge you for the bad things you're forced to do…And…Because, you saw ME...The REAL me and not just the slut helping you out bed... It's been SO long since anyone's done that and honestly if I wasn't so fucked up from everything I'd have fallen for you right then." He paused briefly with a soft sigh, "Fuck it's been so long since I knew someone as kind as you and I'm so grateful for you Randy...as weird as that may sound..." He trailed off for a moment and returned to gazing out the window, "You don't have to believe me but, that's the truth."

Randy listened and although he didn't want to believe him, he kind of did. And he was incredibly curious now too, "Grateful?" He repeated to him, incredulous. Because, how? What had he done that Tristan could be grateful for?-?-? Honestly this kid was so strange!

"Yes, grateful. You were so kind to me…And you have no idea what a guy like me would do to be with someone like you...We whores don't fall easily but, everyone swoons when you walk through the door. You're a dream Randy, we all think so."

A dream?-! He almost laughed at that. Yeah fucking right he was a dream! More like a walking pathetic nightmare! "Let me guess, it's your turn to play me now?"

Tristan's brow rose to a high, curious arch, "Why would I do that?"

Really? He had to explain this? "Because, Mizanin probably told you too. Just like he told you to spy on me."

"He didn't...But, you don't have to believe that. I wouldn't blame you if that was the case because I probably wouldn't trust me either if I was you."

Randy shook his head slightly, toying with the idea of apologizing. Damn it how was he supposed to be hard on him when Tristan was so fucking nice?-! "Sorry..." He grumbled and reached over to play with the tuner on the stereo, "Nothing personal."

"It's alright, don't apologize." Tristan said kindly, "I understand. Really, I do."

"Thank you..." God damn it this had to be another set up! Tristan was just too good to be true right now!

"You're welcome..." Fuck and now with that Randy didn't know what to believe anymore.

After a few minutes he gave up on finding a suitable station and switched the stereo off with an exasperated sigh, "You don't think I'm pathetic?" It was such a random question but he honestly wanted to know because that's how he felt right now, pathetic; and utterly worthless.

Tristan gasped softly, "Of course not! Why would I? Why would anyone?-?-?"

"Because…" He started to explain and found the words were much harder to say than to think and took a deep breath before continuing. He was just so disgusted with himself over this. Jesus how could he let everyone down?

"Because I lost the game against Michael…"

Tristan turned, "Who says you lost? The game's not over yet."

"It's not?-?-?"

"No way!" Tristan shook his head firmly, "I say it'll be over when you figure out how to get yourself out of all of this."

He broke a smile, but only briefly, "I like you." He really did. A smart cookie this kid Tristan was!

Tristan chuckled softly, "Good to know." He gave his knee a gentle pat and almost startled him, "Although, it's a shame you already belong to someone else."

He tensed, his smile fading, suddenly feeling cold, "I don't BELONG to anyone."

"Yes you do. And you know it and that's what hurts you the most...You gave him your heart."

And he fucking stomped on it if he had. "Stop." He couldn't take this! "You don't know what you're talking about." He'd given Cody his heart? Really?-! So soon?-! Fuck no wonder it had been "so easy" for Michael to bring him in; he'd been acting a complete fool! Blinded by love, distracted and nearly obsessed with Cody's every word. Fucking pathetic.

"I may be young but I know a thing or two about pride…And I also know you're going to go home for the first time since you found the movie and you're going to break; alone, where no one can see you because you're far too proud a man to let anyone know you're suffering...But, I see it. And I'm truly sorry because it's so obvious that you've never been so devastated…"

Randy bit back a heavy sigh, tightening his hands around the steeling wheel; what the fuck how did Tristan know all of this? He didn't know what to say. What COULD he say? Tristan was right, he was holding everything in, keeping himself in check until it was safe to fall apart where no one could see...But, how was Tristan able to see right through his act he'd put up to fool everyone? Little jerk! Who asked him to sum up all that shit anyway?-!

"I know it's hard but, don't let it take down you Randy. Not all is lost... And you're not alone…Oh and pull into the entry way to those apartments just up ahead on the right…"

Randy nodded and was very quiet as brought the car to a stop where he was directed, swallowing hard as he struggled not to break down right then and there. "I-...I-" Fuck he was so screwed! It was so unfair!-!-! And god damn it he MISSED Cody!

"It's alright Randy, go have your break down." Tristan kindly assured, opening the door and placed one foot outside the door, "Get some of it out of your system before you go to work and just call me if you need anything okay?"

"Kay…" And he definitely would.

**Please forgive any errors! No beta reader and this was badly edited in the wee hours of the morning!