Victims of a Bad Man!

Title: Invasion
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned it, welllll… most of the wrestlers would probably be crying in fear right now.

Thank you again for reviewing! Shout outs to LegacyChick for being the first to review this past chapter, Esha for loving it (which makes me all fluffy inside), and a big thank you to Kiharu for offering 4 crazy ideas (one of which I'm using =D) and for saying I'm funny! Shiny Ryuichi Sakuma, Recco101, Marshmello, and chaingangyaoi thank you all so much, we seriously appreciate your comments and encouragement!

I have to say, that I am sorry for the long wait that was this chapter!

Author Note: So my sister and I were hanging out with her friends (they were spending the night) and we decide to take turns reading this story. I must say it sounds kinda creepy when you read it out loud, and then instead of saying "Mr. Lick Me Lemon" her friend read out "Lick Me, Mr. Lemon!" It was epic.

And this is why this chapter is dedicated to them, they know who they are!

The locker room was deathly quiet as the three brave wrestlers sat on the floor, solemnly staring at each other across the pile of evil in the middle of the room that was once their underwear and Speedo's.

This had been going on for almost forty agonizing minutes. No one seemed to want to be the first to break the oppressing silence and bring the reality of the situation to the forefront of their minds. They avoided making eye contact with each other, although Ted cast plenty of covert glances at Cody when he thought the other man wasn't paying attention and Cody was frequently shooting curious stares at the bottle of Lick Me Lemon body oil sitting, almost unnoticed, in an empty cubby. As for Randy, well he wasn't looking at anything, in fact his eyes were screwed shut as he furiously tried to think of anything that could possibly resolve this horrendous situation in their favor.

"Okay, you know what?" Randy suddenly started, springing to his feet. "We are not leaving this room… EVER! Cause then—yes then John can never get in, you see? It's perfect!" The Viper proclaimed, desperate eyes looking between his two Legacy members, more than a little crazed and wild.

He started pacing back and forth, watching Cody and Ted intently, the likes of which had been practically shocked into submission by his sudden violent outburst, staring at the Orton with eyes as round as saucers, frozen in place.

"Uh, Randy…?" Ted began gently, hoping not to set off the suddenly unstable wrestler, who was currently in the process of exhaling heavy breaths, chest rising and falling frantically. "…You know we have to leave tomorrow morning to get to the next show, right? We really can't stay here, forever."

"Plus I'm kind of hungry!" Cody chimed in, thereby risking his life. Randy eyed the two men carefully, before finally seeing their point, albeit he wasn't quiet happy with it.

"Well, shit!" Randy cursed with an uncharacteristic pout, his boot cuffing the tiled floor in irritation. He'd inadvertently forgotten that very important fact when he was concocting his little plan.

Ted noticed Randy's cheek muscles start twitching—a telltale sign of his adamant frustration—and quickly said, "But the idea's really good! I mean, we can hunker down in here for tonight, if you want. That way we can watch each other's backs and sleep safely." Though the prospect of sleeping on the hard, linoleum tile wasn't at all inviting, Ted was willing to sacrifice his comfort in order to keep Cody and he alive. "We just need some supplies. Since we have nothing but the ring gear we're wearing—everything else having been destroyed—we'll need more clothing and," He cast Cody a look, "some food too."

The Viper stood motionless for a moment, mulling over Ted's words, before nodding his head decisively, "I can take care of that. Let me call the tech guy that lost to me in that poker game the other night; Larry, I think his name was? Anyway, I keep a duffel with some emergency stuff in the trunk of my car in case of storm-ins and whatnot, that should take care of our little problem."

It didn't take long for Randy to place the call and impose his will upon the poor, defenseless tech, who came by to pick up the keys a few seconds later. He must have been really scared, because Ted was sure he'd had to have ran pretty damn fast to get there and back as quickly as he did.

Once Randy had hold of the small bag, and the door was safely closed and locked, all of Legacy let out a sigh of relief. Even though they knew the knock at the door had been that Larry guy, they couldn't help the adrenaline that flooded their systems both times he'd come by. However, Ted was distracted from further thoughts on how Legacy had been reduced to a bunch of frightened mice, by what Randy had just pulled from his dark blue duffel.

"What the hell is that?" a horrified Ted asked.

"I think I like it!" Cody inputted cheerfully.

"You have a problem with my pajamas, DiBiase?" Randy growled, closing the distance between he and Ted with little more than a stride, his face a hair's width away from the younger man's and the garment in question clenched tight in his fist.

"Uh, no, no way! I just… didn't think they would be so… um, pink. Or concealing. Or, uh… Well, footed." Ted murmured, as he attempted to back away from the vicious Viper, only to find that the wall at his back prevented much backwards movement, though he tried vainly to press further against it.

"Well now you know, and if you even think of telling a soul outside this room, I'll rip your spine out through your ass!" Randy hissed, his gray eyes flaring and his upper lip curling in a snarl.

Cody, noticing the terrified expression on Ted's face, hurriedly wedged himself between the two men, throwing his arms around them both and yelling out, "Hug time!" Randy and Ted's attention was immediately diverted, and they both paused in their confrontation to look curiously down at Cody, who returned their stares with an absent grin.

Gradually, the tension drained from Randy's posture, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh, begrudgingly returning Cody's hug. Ted did the same, forcefully ignoring the flutter in his stomach at how quickly Cody had diffused the bad situation he'd gotten himself into and at the soft, tanned skin that pressed against his bare arm and back.

A good few seconds passed, and after Cody had deemed the argument over, he released them both and bounded across the locker room in order to grab two more of the soft, fluffy pajamas, handing one to Ted.

Randy watched him like a hawk as Ted rapidly stepped into the PJ's, and began snapping the front buttons closed. He felt incredibly awkward in, what felt like, a full body suit, complete with footings. But he had to admit it was pretty soft.

Though it was hard not to laugh once all three of the professional wrestlers were decked out in their snug pajamas and sitting in another circle on the floor—the depressing pile of unsalvageable Speedo's and underwear thrown to the side and out of mind—as Randy handed out the drinks and protein bars that were also in his emergency duffel. Ted's borrowed PJ-suit was only a bit loose on his big form, but poor Cody was practically swimming in his, and Randy's emphasized how extremely long his legs were, making for a comical picture. In any other situation—one without a raping John, for example—he would have found this totally hilarious.

The last thing in the duffel turned out to be a couple of thin sleeping bags, which they quickly unzipped and spread out on the floor of the locker room, covering the cool tile almost completely. After that, there didn't seem to be anything more to do but to try and get some well-deserved sleep.

The bags were large enough that no one was pressed too closely to the other, and were positioned so that their feet were pointed towards the tightly locked door. Randy slept closest to the wall—"the safest", he'd said—with Ted to his left. Cody—oddly enough—had volunteered to sleep on the outside, something he never did. He, being the one to usually slumber between the two older men to prevent general uncomfortable-ness.

Ted wondered curiously about the strange decision, as the youngest member turned back and forth in search of a more comfortable position on the thin sleeping bag, but before he could do any real thinking on the subject, the many trials and tribulations of the long day caught up with him and his eyes closed of their own accord. Vaguely, he recalled hearing a soft snore from Randy before he fully succumbed to the tantalizing prospect of sleep.

It felt like only minutes, but must have been at least a few hours—if the ache in his side wasn't sign enough—before Ted slowly stirred back into a glazed consciousness. Initially, he couldn't seem to figure out what exactly had pulled him from his deep slumber, but then he was suddenly all too aware of the lack of warmth on his left side. Slowly, he turned over, still sluggish with sleep, only to find an empty space were Cody used to be.

He immediately sat up, fully awake, as he frantically scanned the locker room, his heart rate picking up, rapidly, with every instant that passed and his hands clenching the sleeping bag underneath him, in a white knuckled grip.

It was two long seconds before he finally spotted his missing partner crouching by the lockers. How anyone in vibrant pink pajamas could possibly blend in with the dark surroundings so well, he had no idea. He didn't dwell on it, though, as he was weak with relief at seeing his precious partner only feet away, and unharmed.

"Cody!" he hissed abruptly, once he registered the fact that Cody was snooping around in the middle of the night. "What the hell are you doing?" He expected a full and complete explanation, but his only reply was a quick gesture to come over.

Ted looked back at the Orton, only to find Randy sound asleep with one arm thrown over his eyes and his mouth slightly open, and grumbled under his breath, as now he had to scold Cody quietly in order not to disturb the slumbering Viper. With a sigh, he reluctantly made his careful way over to his—soon to be dead—partner to see what the hell he was doing in the dead of night.

Ted took one glance at the object in Cody's hand and accidentally forgot to be quiet. "Are you freaking kidding me?" he half-shouted, staring at Cody with disbelief.

"Shh!" Cody whispered harshly, as his hand flew to cover Ted's mouth immediately, and he looked cautiously over his shoulder at Randy's still form, bundled in sleeping bags, haphazardly thrown about. Upon seeing the larger man continuing to drift about in dream-land, oblivious to the commotion, Cody released a soft breath of relief and he slowly let his hand drop.

Feeling Cody's smooth hand against his lips had caused Ted's thoughts to scatter into minute particles around his brain and he completely forgot the cause of his yelling, as he took in deep gulps of air, and shook his head to rid it of its strange inclinations. He'd had the odd urge to press his tongue to Cody's calloused hand, and felt strangely lost and bereft with the removal of it. Giving his head one more hard shake, Ted forced himself to concentrate on the moment at hand.

"What are you doing with that?" he hissed furiously as he pointed at the bottle in Cody's other hand.

"I just wanted to taste it!" Cody whispered defensively, hugging the bottle to his chest protectively, and aiming the best puppy look he could muster in the DiBiase's direction. "Just one little taste? Pleeeease?"

Ted gave him a considering frown, instantly recognizing the stubborn tilt to Cody's currently pouting face and knowing nothing short of an earthquake would make him forget the stupid bottle nestled in his arms. With an unenthusiastic sigh, he relented, "Oh my god, fine! Just hurry up, so we can go back to bed, really Cody!"

Ted couldn't help but be a bit annoyed with his younger friend, who seemed determined to make his life much more interesting than he cared for it to be. At that thought, his mind nearly went down some darker—much less PG—paths, but he stubbornly kept it in the here and now, which was much harder than he thought it'd be since Cody was about to taste flavored body oil.

Inching closer to the carefully crouching Cody, Ted leaned next to him, against the wall, and watched apprehensively as Cody's eyes gleamed with joy at receiving permission to the task he'd been wanting to do since he'd found the bottle. He then proceeded to pop the lid off the Lick Me Lemon body oil, reverently removing the paper seal with exaggerated caution and ever so slowly, Cody raised the bottle to his soft lips, locking eyes with Ted. He gave him an overly excited grin and then tipped the bottle up, letting the oil slide into his anticipating mouth.

Ted watched Cody's throat bob as he swallowed down the oil, the young man's face betraying nothing to the body oil's taste before he slowly pulled the bottle from his lips, tilting his head slightly.

"Well?" Ted finally prompted, agitatedly curious despite himself. "How is it?"

Cody paused for another short moment as he considered how exactly to describe the thick liquid that currently coated the inside of his throat. "I don't know, it's just… different. But in a good way! I mean, I like the flavor, it's just weird because it feels all oily and stuff…" He trailed off, turning the bottle over and over in his palm. "Just try it, you'll see what I mean!" he suddenly stated, holding it out towards Ted.

Ted eyed the bottle uncertainly, or more specifically, the place on the bottle's rim that Cody's lips had just touched. He wasn't sure he really wanted to drink anything labeled "Lick Me Lemon Body Oil", but he had to admit his curiosity was aroused, and besides Cody had said it wasn't half bad, there was no harm in trying.

Carefully, Ted shifted even closer to Cody's warm self, their sides completely touching, and hesitantly reached for the bottle in the younger man's outstretched hand. As he did so, his fingers brushed Cody's, shooting a jolt of electricity up his arm and he hurriedly took the bottle into his grip, cautiously eying it. One last unsure glance up at Cody, and Ted was caught in his intent stare, as he waited impatiently for Ted to try it, readying himself in order to catch his reaction.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Ted grumbled, shooting the youngest member a reproachful look, as he took a deep breath. "Okay… bottom's up." And with that, he scrunched his eyes shut and raised the bottle, placing it to his lips, and taking a cautious sip.

Cody quickly leaned forward, as Ted gulped down the oil, his face just inches away from the DiBiase's as he eagerly waited for his partner to open his eyes, watching closely as Ted gradually allowed his tongue to sweep over his lips. "Well? How is it?" he asked, his hand moving to shake Ted's leg impatiently.

The older man growled and knocked Cody's head lightly with his elbow in order to get him to cut it out. "Dude, chill! It was just like you said. Kind of freaky because of the texture and all. Like it should be wrong, but isn't really." Cody frowned, and shook his head.

"But you didn't think it tasted bad, right? The flavor, I mean?"

"Nah, it wasn't gross or anything. It was okay," Ted replied with a shrug and a roll of his eyes at his hyperactive partner.

But before Cody could respond with something along the lines of, "I know, right?" Randy suddenly made a soft noise resembling that of a snort and the two other members of Legacy froze in their spots on the tiled flooring, as the Orton turned over onto his side and cuddled up to an abandoned pillow.

They sat as still as they could for what felt like an eternity but, in reality, barely grazed the couple minutes mark, until they were sure he was soundly asleep again. With as crazy and on edge as the Orton had been lately they sure as hell did not want to be the ones responsible for waking him up. Especially if he caught sight of them holding the terror inducing bottle of Lick Me Lemon! He'd have their spinal chords in his hands, before they could even blink.

"Whew!" Cody giggled nervously, a jittery grin falling across his face. "That was close." He tried to keep from falling over, when his head was suddenly feeling very cloudy and elevated, yet heavy, as if he were on top of mountain, but unconscious. And soon he felt too weighted down to sit up right anymore, though he fought hard to stay vertical.

Ted nodded his agreement wearily, his eyelids beginning to feel as if lead weights were dangling from them. He struggled to keep them open as he blearily felt the solid thunk of Cody's head landing on his shoulder before falling limply to rest on his bicep.

"Codes?" He slurred, "What the…?" But then he just couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and he finally succumbed to the thick sludge that felt to be flowing throughout his entire body, slumping over Cody's unconscious form. He was so far gone in a hazy, dream-like listlessness, he didn't even notice when the bottle of oil fell from his lifeless hand and slowly began to spill across his pink fluffy pajamas.

Across the room, an ever so soft sound of metal lightly scratching metal could be heard from the opposite side of the door, practically undetectable to the untrained ear, before it abruptly halted and the click of a turning lock echoed gently throughout the locker room. Then there was the series of audible clacks as the door knob spun, sounding like a gunshot in the quiet of the room, but none of the occupants noticed.

Ever so slowly, the door began to open and the maniacal form of John Cena could be seen peering around it. When he saw the slumped forms of Cody and Ted he gave a satisfied smile at his ability to handle any obstacle in his way. Who would have guessed those idiots would play into his hands soooo perfectly?

Easing completely into the room, he shifted his predatory gaze over to the image of Randy's unsuspecting, unconscious form. It was time to have some fun. But just to be on the safe side, John carefully stepped over to the younger members of Legacy—raising his eyebrows at the sight of their ridiculous outfits—and cautiously shoved Ted's leg and then Cody's with his shoe. Neither voluntarily moved, though Cody's head fell from Ted's arm and onto his lap, his cheek landing in the puddle of lemon body oil. Satisfied they were indeed, unable to interfere with his plans, John returned his undivided attention back to the slumbering Randy, and crept his way over to the heap of sleeping bags the man had wound himself in.

For a moment or two, he simply stood at Randy's feet, just reveling in his innocent, soon to be rudely interrupted, sleeping. Finally, he decided on making his presence known. "Oh, Raaaaandy!" He sang out cheerfully, a small smirk on his face.

Although, the smirk faded slightly when Randy didn't even twitch a muscle, but, instead, continued to sleep soundly. A little irritated, John circled around until he was directly adjacent to Randy's face and he very carefully patted his cheek and repeated what he had just said.

Randy grumbled something incoherent, a frown pulling at his brow as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling grumpy at whatever the hell had pulled him from his much needed sleep. His blurry-eyed vision fought to register just what in the world was leaning over him when suddenly he focused in on the face of none other than John Cena and he let out a weird squawk of a sound as he frantically tried to slither away and sit upright all at once.

Randy's eyes darted around the room, in a frenzied search for his distractions, before landing on the unconscious forms of Ted and Cody and then to the, now closed, door. There was no help or escape in sight, he realized and his stomach flopped with terror.

"How did you get in here? What did you do to them?" Randy shouted as he tried to stagger to his feet, his pajamas slipping and sliding on the slick material of the sleeping bag. His struggle allowed time for John to stride forward and gently pushed down Randy's shoulder, keeping him from rising any higher than his knees.

He covered Randy's mouth with his hand and whispered, "Shh, talking time's over," his finger to his own lips. Randy could only stare, helplessly at him, wide-eyed with shock, his arms trying, uselessly, to shove the man away from him.

"Your little buddies are fine, Randy, just slipped a little something into the body oil to keep them out of commission for a while. As for your other question, well you didn't honestly think a locked door could keep you from me, did you?"

John gave Randy a slow once over, looking him up and down, before he gave a small smile, removing his hand from Randy's mouth and beginning to finger the little clasps on Randy's full-footed pajamas. "Now this is very interesting."

I know I'm horrible to stop here, please don't kill me too much!

Will John molest Randy? What will happen to poor Ted and Cody? And when will we find out about Batista? Tune in for the next chapter to find out!

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Rody DiBiOrton.