Randy was a wreck, his emotions all over the place. Anger, confusion, desire, and a feeling of being truly satisfied were swirling around his mind. He stood in the door way watching Punk sleep the nights events replaying in his head. After Punk had drifted off Randy had slid from the bed and the room calling Paul and after bitching the man out they'd come up with a plan, now watching Punk sleep his beautiful body on full display he was allowing doubts to sink in. Sex with Punk was one of the most incredible experiences of his life, how trustworthy and willing the smaller man was towards him had blown his mind. That was his biggest hurdle, Punk trusted him even in the face of evidence to the contrary Punk believed him and had faith in him, over a man he had known for years and consider his best friend Punk trusted him and believed him. No one ever put that kind of blind faith in the viper before and Randy had no clue how to react. In some ways he was questioning if getting his hands on the title, if taking Punks spot on the top of the roster was worth hurting the man. Punk had never really done anything to Randy, they weren't exactly friends and didn't run in the same circles Randy found Punk's straight edge life style annoying and Randy history was not something Punk would gravitate to yet here he was in the straight edge man's home and it oddly felt comfortable and perhaps nicer than Randy would have ever imagined.
Randy pulled himself from his thoughts when Punk began to stir, his sleek body stretching and his arm reaching out searching for something. A frown forming on his face when the space beside him was empty. Punk eyes opened and he looked around smiling when he saw that Randy hadn't left. "good morning" he stated his voice still gravely with sleep. Randy chuckled and headed over to the bed he leaned down and captured Punk's lips with his own. Kissing the man for a few moments before stepping back.
"More like good afternoon I've been wondering if you were going to sleep the whole day away. I've already been to the gym, and shopping since you have no groceries in this house not to mention the lack of coffee in this house. How do you survive without coffee? Wait straight edge I forgot caffeine is addictive." Punk laughed lightly sitting up his back pressed against the headboard.
"I drink Pepsi that has caffeine in it Randal, I do have coffee here but typically I just go to the shop up the street if I am really in need of a coffee fix, though I don't drink it often. As for it being afternoon already what can I say someone kept me up all night, and gave me quite a work out leaving me sore in some unusual places. So excuse me if I'm not up at the crack of dawn to go to the gym it is your own fault stupid head." Randy glared lightly at the man in front of him.
"Stupid head what are we three now Phil?" Punk nodded and stuck his tongue out at Randy and that's when he pounced. Before Punk knew what was happening he was being pinned to the bed and tickled relentlessly. He shrieked and try to get away finally pleading for mercy. Randy leaned above him triumphantly. "Admit it I'm not a stupid head and say I win and I will stop." Punk shook his head no. This caused Randy to resume the tickling.
"Alright alright you win and you are not a stupid head. Please stop Randy you are killing me here." Randy laughed and relented he looked into the green eyes below him and felt the moment slipping out of his control. The look in Punk's eyes scared him and how lighthearted and carefree he felt sent him up off the bed and out of the room before Punk could react.
Punk is confused Randy had fled into the kitchen a few minutes ago and had yet to return he wanted to go and find the viper but was unsure of what had happened or if he had done something wrong. He finished getting dressed and walked out of the bathroom the bed was made and there was a glass sitting on his night stand. Punk stared at the green liquid suspiciously before taking a sip of the contents in the glass, not finding it unpleasant he realized Randy had made him a health shake. This just added to the confusion why would the man known as a cold-hearted snake go out of his way to make this for him let alone make the bed. He took another sip of the drink contemplating when a voice from the doorway startled him from his thoughts.
"There is a rattle snake in your kitchen cooking" Punk spun towards the doorway and sighed.
"He is a viper Colt totally different snake, and I know he is in my kitchen. Did you say he was cooking. Does he know how to do that? I really don't want him to burn my house down. What are you doing here by the way?" Colt stared at his best friend as if he had two heads.
"A snake is a snake, they are slithering reptiles that inject poison, or squeeze the life out of you. Any way you look at the best solution is to cut its head off before it bites you. Though from the look of the mark on your neck he's already had his fangs in you. Interesting didn't know you swung that way Phil though I don't care. As far as if he can cook I have no fucking clue, I didn't stop to chat wanted to make sure you weren't dead somewhere while he made himself at home. Speaking of why is he making himself at home? Didn't we agree that he needed to stay far far away and that he was in cahoots with Paul? Have you lost your fucking mind Phillip?" Punk took several gulps of the shake before answering Colt trying to figure out the best way to not piss his best friend off any more than he already was.
"Look Randy's not that bad, I mean he is not the nicest guy in the world but neither am I. He said he is not working with Paul and though I have my doubts I have no real proof besides Paul's words and he could have been fucking with me further I'm not sure if I swing that way really it's just different with Randy he makes me want things I've never wanted before. So please please give him a chance but still have my back if I need you, please Colt?" He could see Colt hesitating, before his friend nodded.
"I'm going to be your friend no matter what you know that. I just hope you know what you are doing. He is just going to hurt you Phil. This is all some plan and at the end of the day you are going to be the one who loses if you let him get to close. So just protect yourself, keep your distance be your usual aloof guy when you are dating someone, at least until you are sure of his involvement with Paul. Guard your heart Phil I hate seeing you hurt." Punk just walked over to Colt throwing his arm around his neck.
"Will do now lets go make sure he is not burning my house down." He led Colt into the hallway missing the shadow that darted back towards the kitchen not realizing that Randy had eavesdropped on the whole conversation. When they walked into the kitchen Randy looked up from the stove and smiled. "You cook?" Punk questioned glancing at the stove.
"Yes I cook I'm making you breakfast don't worry its all vegan crap. How you eat like this is beyond me, You staying for breakfast Colt?" Randy smiled in internally as the other man shook his head no.
"Nah just stopped by to remind Punk Rancid is playing tonight and to see if he was going to be there." Randy nodded.
"We will be there I need to find out why Punk is so in love with this group." Punk's face lit up and Colt just worried more.
A little while later Colt headed out the door and Randy made Punk sit down. He placed the food in front of the best in the world noticing that he appeared pale. With in a few moments Punk fled the room and Randy heard the bathroom door slam. He casually picked up the glass with the green liquid, very little remained and he smirked emptying the rest down the drain. He pulled the pill bottle from underneath the cabinet. He done exactly what Paul had told him, lacing Punk's drink with four of the pills inside he knew little about the medicine only what he had learned from a brief search. Desmopressin was the name on the label and people with Munchausen used it to create symptoms of Hyponatremia though in reality Punk would be fine just feel very ill and that's what Paul wanted. Randy would be able to take care of the man and earn his trust even more and Paul would be to strike while Punk defenses were down, when he was not clear headed and desperately ill was when Paul planned on truly attacking the defenseless Punk. Randy thought briefly of throwing the pills away he knew a few days of this stuff and Punk would be miserable and just the thought that he was causing the illness filled him with a weird sense of guilt. He heard the bathroom door open and shoved the pills back into there hiding spot as Punk entered the room. He looked pale and was rubbing his forehead. "Sorry don't know what happened I felt fine one moment and the next my head was pounding and I was vomiting my guts out. Your breakfast looks amazing but I think I'm going to go lay down for a bit. Hopefully I will feel better tonight so we can go out." Randy nodded and follow Punk to his room. Once the man was laying down he pulled the covers over him.
"Do you need anything?" Punk seemed shock by the question but shook his head no and when Randy went to leave he reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Stay with me?" He requested quietly hating the weakness in his voice. Instead of the laughter or berating Punk expected Randy removed his shoes and slid into the bed holding Punk as the man snuggled tightly into him.
Paul sat in his office watching the feeds from Punk's house, he had placed camera's throughout and could watch every move the man made. He watched as the two slept and noted that he needed to keep Randy on a short lease in order to keep control of the situation. Seeing nothing of importance occurring he went back to the video of the night before, watching again as the two had sex. He slightly envied Randy but knew soon enough he would be the one inside of Punk, after all that was what this was all about. Punk was going to return to him on his knees begging and Paul was going to take him back but as a slave to his every whim. He just needed to make sure everything ended up pinned on Randy and that Punk's heart was shattered beyond repair and the pieces were all falling into place.
Okay don't kill me but please review. Oh and Hyponatremia is low sodium and can cause nausea and vomiting, headache, confusion, lethargy, fatigue, loss of appetite, restlessness and irritability, muscle weakness, spasms, or cramps, seizures, and decreased consciousness or coma. Desmopressin can mimic this in a healthy person. I've worked in a psych hospital and seen this used by people with munchausin and its not pretty.