Chapter Twenty Two

Rating: MA for smut. This is a bit hard so if you don't like that type of scene then do NOT read too far into this chapter. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. And no I don't mean rape, if I did I would label it MA for non-con.

Note: Song and lyrics belong to Saving Abel. Seriously, check them out. Sorry that I keep forgetting to mention stuff like that! Also please forgive spelling errors and such as I do not have a beta-reader! I know I need one so bad!

"I'm sorry…For everything…"

That was the text message Randy got from Cody. Just the one and that was all it said. And he had no idea what to say back so…he said nothing. Sure he was sorry too but…But fuck he was still so fucking HURT. Especially after seeing him come out of Michael's office that night. Randy just didn't understand why Cody had to do shit like that, why didn't Cody come to him for help?-! Why didn't he fight for them instead of just giving up and jumping into Michaels bed who Cody KNEW Randy fucking HATED. Was he trying to get back at him, was that it? Was Cody trying to hurt him even more or was it truly out of his hands like he claimed?

God damn it he just didn't fucking know!

So yes, he said NOTHING and tossed his phone aside. At least Cody was okay, that much he could stop worrying about.

For now.

"I've got the blind fold…" Tristan's voice was soft, almost a purr against the back of Randy's neck. "You want me to be Cody again?" John and Jason had left over an hour ago; leaving Randy and Tristan to finish bagging the product and returned the cameras and microphones to their places and once they were done Randy had made a straight line to his bed, plopping down on the edge and kicking off his shoes with an exhausted yawn. Tristan had followed of course, stripping down to only a tight pair black pair of boy shorts and slid into bed behind him. John's plan was set in motion, sort of, and although it was indeed a good plan Randy was so fucking scared. He didn't have much faith in anything these days and even considering getting his hopes up was too much because, what if they failed and Michael killed everyone he cared about?-?-?

Or worse what if they failed and he didn't kill everyone but turned them into whores instead?-?-? Including his own mother?

John's idea though, was to trick Michael into thinking John and Jason wanted IN. They'd make him think they wanted a piece of the action after seeing Randy's beautiful Bently and the many zeros of his bank account. After all everyone had a price didn't they? No one in their right mind would turn down the opportunity to make hundreds of thousands of dollars, no matter the work involved. Anyway they'd trick Michael into thinking they were dirty cops and secretly gather evidence they needed to bring that song of a bitch down once and for all…

It sounded simple but…Would it work? Honestly did they really stand a chance or was this them just setting themselves up to die?

Randy sighed to himself, realizing he'd bene quiet for too long but still couldn't pull himself out of his thougtful state as he sat over the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. He didn't know if the plan would work. It might and they MIGHT be able to save everyone but, then again it might not. Michael might see straight threw their lies and shoot them both dead right there on the spot!

"Well?" Tristan whispered against his neck, "How about it big guy? You want the blind fold or not?"

"No." Randy shivered, but still found himself leaning into Tristan's touch as the younger man slid his hands up and down his back, "I couldn't use you like that again." He finished and had to bite back a solid groan. Telling Tristan no was the right thing to do but fuck was it hard. Because he wanted to do lay him down and pretend he was Cody, oh god he wanted to do it so badly he was aching! But, it was so SO wrong! "I was wrong to do it the first time, you deserve better than that."

"No it wasn't." Tristan snickered softly, placing a kiss to the nape of his neck, "Nothing that incredible could be wrong. It was so fucking hot, like seriously. And God you fuck Cody so good Randy, like, oh my god good. And I fucking NEED that right now."

"Tristan…" Randy sighed and fought back another groan. "Just, don't-"

"Oh come on baby, let me be Cody." Tristan nipped his neck, his small hand coming around and dropped a black silk blind fold onto Randy's lap with a soft moan, "I know I can't even compare to him but it's still really a win-win, you get to be with Cody and I get to have some of the best sex like, EVER." He gave his neck another nip, breathing against his skin the way the little tease knew he liked, "Please?-?-?"

Randy swatted the blind fold from his lap as if it were on fire, knowing that if he didn't do it now he fucking wouldn't at all and shook his head, "I said NO."

Tristan's hands came to a stop and he felt them drop away, "I knew it." He grumbled as Randy glanced back to see him drawing back onto his knees, "You ARE upset with me."

Oh for fucks sake, "I'm not!" He let out a heavy sigh and turned to him fully, "This isn't about being mad at you."

"Then… why can't I be Cody? You let me do it before…"

"Because it's wrong, Tristan, I can't use you like that!"

"But you did before!"

"And I shouldn't have! It was wrong and you should hate me for using you like that!" He curled his fingers into the thick black comforter over the bed, glowering at the younger man so hard he felt the anger burning across his eyelids, "But of course, you don't! You're so fucked up you actually want me to use you!-!-!"

Tristan recoiled almost to the edge of the bed, his green eyes shimmering with un-shed tears, "Why are you yelling at me like this? I thought you liked it when I pretended…" He trailed off and moved back a little further, visibly trembling, "Do you-Do you want me to leave?-?-?"

Randy tightened his hand even harder into the sheets with a soft growl. God fucking damn it of course he didn't want him to leave! Of course he liked to fuck his cute little brains out while pretending he was Cody! Shit he wanted to use the fuck out of the little slut and it was fucking eating him up! Although Tristan was much smaller than Cody when Randy wore the blind fold and took in a couple small lines of the product he actually SAW Cody instead of Tristan. He actually FELT him in the younger mans place and as much as he enjoyed that, it tore him up at the same time.

Because not only did it leave the feeling of such horrible guilt about using Tristan like that but he also felt as if Cody was like… just out of reach. Like, he was there, but he couldn't quite reach him, even though he had his hands all over his perfect body…

Except it was Tristan's body that he was devouring and no matter the blind fold or drugs, his heart knew that and it was almost maddening.

Randy rubbed his hand over his face, frustrated, about to fucking snap. He was so fucking TIRED. "You know I don't want you to leave, so stop asking me that!" God damn it he was SO fucking TIRED of EVERYTHING. He just wanted to lay down and go to sleep! "I'm only trying to tell you that you don't have to sleep with me anymore, okay? It's not a bad thing and you should be happy about it."

"You're mad because of what I did with John, that's it isn't it? I swear I was only trying to help, it wouldn't have meant anything."

"That's the problem." Jesus Tristan was so screwed up! "You don't pass yourself around like that, Tristan. And the fact that you don't see anything wrong with what you did is seriously disturbing."

Tristan frowned, "How is that disturbing? I only tried to help and John's a nice guy. Besides, it's not like he was going to hit this sweet ass for free."

Really?-! "That's not the point. You shouldn't have thrown yourself at him like you did because that wasn't helping. That was you being a whore."

"It was not!" Tristan gasped, outraged, "And don't call me that!"

"Hey, if the shoes FITS…"

Tristan swallowed hard as brushed his hair behind his ears, looking somewhat hurt as he continued to keep his gaze averted to different objects around the room, "So that's what you think of me? That I'm just a whore who'd throw himself at anyone?-?-?"

Randy rolled his eyes. Why were they even talking about this? Tristan WAS a whore, so why was he so defensive about it?-! "I don't think you'd throw yourself at just anyone," He corrected, "But throwing yourself at John was so trashy, Tristan. You just don't do shit like that!"

"Oh." Tristan dropped his head low and chewed his bottom lip, sniffling softly. "Oh…So…What? Because I tried to seduce John, you don't want me anymore?"

Randy snarled as he slapped his hand down to the bed. Oh for fucks sake, really?-! That's what Tristan gathered from what he just said?-! REALLY?-! God damn it! FINE! He grabbed Tristan by his arms and tore him across the bed until he was beneath him, pinning him down and held both his small wrists within one hand, squeezing entirely too hard. "Do you actually want me?-!" He hissed, his eyes wide and alive with anger, "Or is fucking the only thing you have to offer?-! Is that really all you know?-!"

"So what if it is?-!" Tristan surprised him with a vicious snarl of his own, his green eyes so vibrant with rage they were almost stunning. "You didn't seem to mind if before!-!-!"

"I WAS WRONG!" He screamed and lost his breath, panting over Tristan who's legs curled around his body like graceful vines that met and crossed in the dip of his back. "WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING GET THAT?-!"

"I do get it I just don't want you to stop! I'm just as lonely as you are!"

Randy blinked but other wise froze and held his breath. Huh?-! Tristan was lonely?-?-? Well shit add that to the list of things that was wrong with him, just add that right on the fucking top!

Randy dropped his head as he loosened his grip on Tristan's small wrists and let him rip one away. God damn it he was such an ASSHOLE. What in the hell was he thinking yanking Tristan about like that! He had no fucking right! "I-I'm sorry." He brought his head back up and expected to see Tristan's beautiful green eyes soften with forgiveness…But, they didn't. Tristan's face screwed into a tight snarl, his free hand flying up and striking Randy hard across the face. "Fucking jerk!"

Randy ran his tongue along the inside of his stinging cheek and lip; checking for blood and huffed over his tongue as he felt his cock throb. He fucking loved a good smack to the face. And Tristan knew it and that was probably why he did it the second time. The small hand slapped his head aside and this time he did taste blood and he retaliated instantly; grinding his small body into the bed with a deep growl, "Enough!" But Tristan didn't stop. He started slapping at his chest and shoving at it with everything he had, clawing the hell out of him when he still didn't budge. "Stop fucking yelling at me and fuck me already you big stupid stubborn son of a bitch!" He tried to land another slap to his face but Randy jerked back and he missed, groaning angrily and thrust his ass against Randy's cock instead.

You know all my deepest secrets
I think you know
You know to keep 'em
But I wonder if you know
I hate sleeping alone
So come and tell me what my kiss tastes like
Don't wanna miss it
So turn off the lights
But I wonder if you know
I hate sleeping alone

"Come on you fucking pussy! Fuck me! Make me fucking scream!" He got in another slap, surprising Randy as he let out a triumphant laugh, his green eyes now bright and alive with arousal, "Ha! Maybe you fucking can't! Maybe you're not fucking man enough!-!-!"

I have to fake it
I leave if I could
I'm not in love but the sex is good
You can't mistake it
Because it's understood
I'm not in love but the sex is good.

Not man enough?-! Randy let out a loud, beastly snarl, catching Tristan's wrists and pinned him down to the bed once more. And he was completely lost within the game. Despite his exhaustion he crushed his lips in a hard but quick kiss before turning him over onto his stomach as Tristan let out a small excited yelp and yanked his shorts down, tearing them apart at the middle. Just as he'd done to Cody so many times…

You got to know
Know my weakness
You always touch
In all the right places
We don't get along that well
Not much for talk
But you're hot as hell

Randy closed his eyes as he hastily freed himself from his jeans, almost crying out as a beautiful image of Cody settled into Tristan's place. Oh god he missed him so fucking much! Why did he have to fight with him again when they could have made up?-! Why couldn't they just stop lashing out at each other and fucking BE together like they both so desperately wanted?-!

Tristan let out another excited yelp and shattered the image of Cody as Randy tore his eyes open and slapped a hand around his small waist, rubbing his aching sex against his opening with a deep groan. Normally he took his time before driving his massiveness into someone but it didn't really need to be said as to why he wasn't going to now. Tristan would take it hard, dry, and without preparation because, firstly the little bitch deserved it and secondly, he fucking loved it that way.

And to be honest, so did Randy.

With a deep snarl his fingers curled into his skin, his cock burning with arousal as he barrled into Tristan's sweet tightness and made him take every inch.

Tristan screamed, his little body lurching forward only to be pulled back and held in place by strong hands curled so tightly around his hips.

Randy laughed as he snagged a handful of Tristan's hair, yanking his head back to hear him moan and pressed his cock in deeper, holding it there as it throbbed and pulsed for so much more.

I have to fake it
I leave if I could
I'm not in love
But the sex is good
You can't mistake it
Because it's understood
I'm not in love
But the sex is good

"Ohhh god YES!" Tristan whimpered, his small hands latching onto the covers, panting wildly, writhing and squirming, clenching and tightening around his shaft. "Oh FUCK!-!-!"

See, this was another thing that John just wouldn't understand about Tristan. He liked it rough, like, REALLY rough and even though he was small he could take quite a lot of abuse before he cried uncle. Err, well, not uncle. Banshee was his safe-word. And Randy had only heard it once when he'd twisted Tristan up too far and strained his back over the counter in the bathroom.

Randy wiped his brow against his arm, clearing it of beads of sweat already threatening to roll into his eyes and drew back, looking down at himself as his cock eased out and just as it reached the tip, slamming back inside with a hard moan.

It's not like I wanna stick around
It's just tonight I'm gonna lay you down
So now you know what my kiss tastes like
So in the morning I say goodbye
But I wonder If you know
I hate sleeping alone

Fuck this wasn't right. They shouldn't be doing this but oh go fuck he couldn't stop now! He was balls deep and on the verge of pounding his sweat ass into the mattress, eyes screwing shut harder as he tightened his hand in Tristans hair and thought of Cody.

No, there was no stopping him now. They were doing this and Tristan was going to be Cody one LAST time.

I have to fake it
I leave if I could
I'm not in love
But the sex is good
You can't mistake it
Because it's understood
I'm not in love
But the sex is good

Randy tore Tristan's head back further, leaning down and blindly searching for his lips until they met and Tristan moaned down his throat, pushing back on his sex as their tongues danced in a heated frenzy. And slowly but surely, Tristan began to faded away once more.

Cody appeared beneath him, head thrown back, his gorgeous clear blue eyes wide with desire, his perfect plump lips held apart in a desperate moan as his tight heat clenched and stretched around his cock. Fuck yes Cody wanted him so bad, he always did! Randy released Cody's hair and grabbed onto his hips, dropping his head and lavished his neck and shoulders with hungry kisses, his entire body coming to life and burning with a savage need to fuck him until he cried out for them to stop.

He shuddered as he drew back, taking a deep breath before plowing back inside and didn't stop, drawing back again and again until he was all but jack hammering the gorgeous man into the bed with everything he had.

"Ohhh fuck." He choked out, panting wildly, his eyes screwed shut tight. "Oh god…Cody!"

Cody screamed and cursed him, jerking back on his thick sex at every opportunity until Randy pinned him down harder, yanking his hips up higher. Cody twisted his head around and their lips met once more, their tongues colliding and dueling erotically as they swallowed each others moans and cries of ecstasy.

God damn it he fucking MISSED this. He missed Cody so fucking bad it was killing him and this, although enjoyable and fucking HOT, just wasn't real! Fuck it just wasn't enough!-!-!

His body pounded harder, crying out against his mouth, trying to reach the Cody, trying to feel close to him, trying to feel SOMETHING other than hurt; the bed shaking and groaning with strain as it bounced off the wall and night stand noisily.

"Randy…Oh my god!" He heard Cody moan against his lips and instantly buried his face into the back of his neck, clenching his already shut eyes even tighter and fought like hell to feel as close to his beautiful Cody as he possibly could.

But it just wasn't working.

Not anymore.