A/N: So this is a little different than what I'm used to posting on here and for various reasons I feel like I should warn about potentially triggering content. It's CLOSE to non-con so keep that in mind if you decide to read this chapter. As always, I love you guys and thank you for your patience.

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For guest: [Cenambrose in Centon Universe]

"You okay, there big guy?"

John huffed at the teasing tone in the blond's voice and glared at him as he rubbed the kinks out of his shoulders and injured neck "The fuck do you care?" The older man glared, eyes squinting a bit as he looked at Dean. He'd perfected that look after watching Randy do it to many people and on occasion to him.

Dean met the US Champ's glare and stepped closer to him, "I don't. Frankly I wanted Owens to kick your ass in the challenge to finally put your 'let me give you some advice, Rookie' attitude in the fuckin' garbage like it belongs."

John's jaw set and he gave a frustrated shove to Dean's chest "Fuck you. No one is makin' you listen to me if you don't want to."

Dean glared at John. And since he never knew when enough was enough, he shoved the larger man up against the lockers and pressed himself against John's back. Bodies pressed closely together as he growled out "I'd bet you'd love for me to fuck you. I've heard rumors that John Cena is the locker room's biggest slut and that Randy just lets you run around without a fuckin' leash on. See.. If I owned" he grabbed a handful of John's ass, loving the small mewl he heard from the man "..this ass, I'd have you collared and at my fucking side so no one else could touch what's mine."

John trembled, cheeks flushing both from embarrassment and even slight arousal but he'd told Randy he'd stop doing this. He struggled under the blond's grasp and cursed softly when he felt Dean bite his shoulder hard. "AH!" his head slumped forward against the lockers and though he was still struggling, he could feel the bruise already forming that the man had left behind.

Dean smirked and pulled away "Tell your boyfriend that tonight was just a warning. I'll fuck that tight ass some other time." He winked maliciously before strutting out of the locker room.

"Fuck.." he muttered, shaking his head and pulling the collar of his shirt down, seeing Dean's teeth embedded onto his skin. John bit his lip and covered up, rushing out of the room without even changing and heading straight for their car.

Randy frowned as he looked down at his phone for the third time, getting ready to call John until he heard the man walking up to him. He saw the look of defeat on John's face and shook his head as he reached over to cup the man's cheek "shh, Johnny. Everyone knows that was a cheap shot. Owens has nothing on you. I don't care if he's been doin' it longer or not."

John bit his lip nervously, meeting Randy's gaze. He saw it right away; the realization hitting the man that John wasn't upset about the job stuff.

"….What happened?"

He hated that distant, guarded tone Randy was using. It was as if John had fucked up enough times where Randy had to assume the worst and get ready for another fight. John showed the younger man the bruise "…he told me to tell you.. that he'd claim me another night. Right now it was just the bruise."

Randy growled, "Who?!"

John flinched, "..Ambrose."

His lip twitched in a rather sinister smirk as he nodded and opened the passenger door for John "Get in, baby." He saw his lover's hesitation and quickly kissed the man softly before pulling away and whispering against his lips "..We're gonna show him what it's really like bein' claimed tonight. You up for that?"

John felt his cock twitch, eyes almost pleading as he nodded at Randy "…he's gonna join?"

Randy shook his head and gently kissed his lover's lips "No. You and him will be fucking.. I wanna see you make that fucker squirm."

John stared at Randy, frowning a bit and biting on his lip as he waited for the man to tell him he was joking.

"Hey.. it's okay. I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't okay with it. He humiliated you. I can see it on your face, Johnny.."

When he saw the sincerity in the man's expression, he nodded. John wasn't truly interested in fucking another man but he could see the gleam in his Dom's eyes and he knew Randy was more than willing to witness this. He pecked Randy quickly, "…I'll find his number and call him over."

…

"What?"

"Chivalry is dead, huh?"

He smirked, walking aimlessly around his room "I didn't know you were into that, Cena. Figured you were more of those 'fuck me in an alley and leave me there like the trash I am' dates."

"….I am. Clearly, if not I wouldn't be callin' the likes of Dean Ambrose."

"This is you admitting you want my cock buried deep inside you? What's the matter? Randy's viper ain't got no venom?"

John had to put his hand on Randy's chest to keep the man from growling out, "..no. He decided to get another room for the night when he saw that damn bite you left me.. figured if he thinks I just let you fuck me.. then maybe I should make good on that." He looked at Randy apologetically, getting a soft kiss on his head and smiling softly.

"This some sorta trick? Is that prick in the room with you?"

John laughed, "When have you ever known Randy to just shut up and listen to people talk shit about him? You know he'd be tearing you a new one right now if he was here.. and he'd probably be making me gag on his cock for talkin' shit about him with you.." he bit his lip, the thought of Randy mouthfucking him was too alluring and he had to shift away from Randy if he was to keep pretense.

"Yeah. Motherfucker can't keep his trap shut." He laughed "so what.. you wanna do this?" Dean asked, stroking himself through his sweats and waiting.

"Yeah." It was a breathless moan, forced out to pretend he was interested in the blond fucking him. He decided to kick it up a notch "please?"

Dean groaned, "Room number?"

"512."

When the line went dead, Dean cursed and shook his head as he headed over to John's room, already fantasizing about all the things he'd get to do to that round ass just to spite Randy.

As John turned back to face the younger man, he groaned out pathetically when he saw the tattooed man stroking himself and glaring at John. "Ran.. I.." he licked his lips as his cheeks flushed, wanting to taste and have Randy fulfil the fantasy he'd voiced to Ambrose seconds ago.

Randy grabbed the back of John's neck and kissed the man forcefully, dominating his mouth then shoving John down until the man was on his knees. He grinned as he saw the plea on the man's face, full lips pouting up at him as those damn blue eyes looked up at him widely.

John gasped when he felt the younger man squeeze his sensitive neck hard then just thrust inside fully without even waiting to see if John was okay. He felt Randy's cock hit the back of his throat and whimpered pathetically as the younger man started thrusting into his mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"…That first kiss you give that motherfucker.. I want him to taste me in your mouth and know who you belong to, Johnny.."

He shivered, nodding subtly before swallowing around the Missourian's cock. John rested his hands on his thighs, palms up as he let Randy have his way with him, throat and lips hurting but it felt too good and he needed to be as aroused as possible by the time Dean came around. When Randy suddenly pulled away, John licked his lips and swallowed down the slightly salty taste of the man's precum. He looked at Randy and pouted a bit when the older man pulled his sweats back up then went to the bathroom.

The knock on the door seconds after prevented John from asking anything, cheeks flushing as he wiped his face of any evidence and tugged his shorts low enough so Dean could see his hipbones.

When the older man opened the door, Dean stared at his exposed chest, slowly trailing his eyes down to the man's jean shorts and smirking a bit when he saw the tent there. "You were serious about wanting me."

Randy had to step away from the door, the snarling laugh he was about to bark out would expose him before the plan could really get underway.

John blushed, an instinct really, but besides that he could picture Randy's devilish smirk right now and that only served to make his cock twitch. He stepped back and let the blond walk in, still not saying anything until he closed the door and.

Dean was quick to press John against the door much like he'd done in the locker room, pressing his hard cock against the older man's covered ass "…I'd love to fuck you right here.. right against this damn door and leave even more bruises on you so Randall can know a real man fucked his little bitch today.

John lost it when the man called Randy by his full name, hating hearing it coming from anyone's lips but his own. He went slack against the man, slumping onto the floor and smirking when he heard Dean curse above him and try to scramble for him. The older man gracefully got back up to his feet, standing on the other side of Dean now and tilting his head to the side "…are you here to talk or are you here to fuck?"

Dean smirked, shoving John back until the older man hit the back of the couch. He gripped the man's head and kissed him deeply.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue, nothing like Randy's but John still gave into it because he was so turned on just thinking about what Randy said minutes ago. He felt Dean's hand slip between them and unbutton John's shorts, shoving the jeans and the tight briefs off his body. John was promptly turned around, cock pressed against the back of the couch as Dean's covered hardness rubbed against his ass. He moaned out softly, arching back a bit and smirking when he saw the blond's eyes closed in pleasure. John let the man have his fun, rubbing back against the Ohioan like a damn pro.

Dean couldn't wait. He growled and shoved his sweats off, lining himself up but before he knew it he was shoved back rather harshly and John kissed him hard again. He growled in frustration and dug his nails into the older man's hips, trying to shove him back into the bed and smirking against John's kiss-swollen lips as he rutted against him again. "You can't beat me, Cena. We all know no matter how hard you try you'll always be a cockslut." He grinned when the older man gave a breathless moan under him, hips rolling down forcefully as he added "..you're my little bitch, remember?"

John nodded, leaning up to kiss the younger man and feeling pride surge through him when the blond relaxed his grip a little. He turned then and pinned Dean to the bed, eyes gleaming dangerously as he growled "…no, Ambrose. Tonight you're MY bitch."

Dean struggled, bringing a knee up to kick John's balls. He was willing to play dirty if it meant staying a virgin in that sense.

He managed to shift just as Dean's knee came up, the hard joint hitting his thigh instead. John licked his lips, kissing Dean savagely and only tightening his grip. He would not let his guard down with his man.

"How does my cock taste?"

Dean froze at the sound of that gravelly voice, eyes opening and heart hammering as he locked eyes with the viper. He got ready to curse but John shifted easily and gripped his hair, pulling him up for a forceful kiss as the man's other hand held both wrists.

John rolled his hips down against Dean's, smirking when the youngest man moaned softly against his lips.

It wasn't until John released his lips from the grip that he even realized Randy had moved and by the time he looked towards the tattooed man, he had the cuffs in hand Dean heard the telling click of metal.

Randy grinned down at Dean as he looped the long cuffs around the middle three bars then cuffed Dean's other hand, keeping the man's wrists crossed and above his head. He saw the man open his mouth and looking like he was about to scream. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. John likes hearing moans.. and if you start screaming like a scared motherfucker.. I'll have to gag you. And trust me.. the last thing you want is Johnny to get more mad before he fucks that smugness right out of your body."

Teeth clicked as he shut his mouth, glaring at Randy before feeling his cheeks and body heat up in anger and shame when he heard John call him a 'good boy' "Fuck you."

John tsked, hand clenching the man's hair harder and shoving his head back down onto the mattress as he practically growled out "No, no.. I plan on doin' the fucking tonight, Ambrose."

Randy smirked as he kissed John hard, kissing the older man hungrily and reaching behind to smack the man's round ass before pulling away. "…teach him a lesson, baby boy."

"…Yes, Sir." His eyes were dark, lust on full display and when he turned back to see the slightly frightened look on Dean's face, he grinned and only felt his arousal spike. Truthfully, it was probably because John was a vengeful man and Dean deserved this shit.

Dean looked over at Randy, half in shock and half jealous of the fact that John would so easily bend to Randy's will. He growled at the tattooed man "What? You can't get it up?"

Randy smirked, turning to face the youngest man and walked right back to him. He kicked off his sweats, stroking his hardness in front of the man and grinning "I can." He stated simply, tracing over the man's lips with his dripping cock. The blond cursed at him and started struggling until Randy slapped him hard, silencing him. "….trust me: you should be grateful John's takin' you tonight. You wouldn't be the same after a night of bein' my bitch."

Dean stared at Randy with fear and anger, not saying anything more as he just watched the older man walk over to a small couch. The sick fuck had a perfect view of the bed from there. John and Randy were darker than he was prepared for. And that was saying something.

John was dripping, teeth digging into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he watched Randy too. There was nothing that turned him on more than seeing his lover completely lose it like that. He flicked his gaze down to the man's angry cock and gave a pathetic little whimper until their gazes met and Randy's order was clear. Another shiver.

Dean's attention was snapped from Randy's face when he felt John rut against him. He bit down on his tongue to keep himself from making any noise but his traitorous body arched against the oldest man's thrusts. 'You like that? Wait until I'm deep inside that tight little ass.' Dean stilled immediately, shaking his head at the US Champ "I.."

"I know. That's how I know you're tight. Don't worry.. if you behave I'll stretch you out first."

Dean started struggling again, hips bucking wildly as he tried to shove John off his body and tugged at the cuffs. Seconds of frustration and struggling were brought to an abrupt end when he felt John's thick hand wrapped around this throat. He stared at the man in disbelief. And strangely enough, he wasn't just angry and scared.. under all that he felt some sort of jolt.

John smirked as he saw the emotions flick through Dean's eyes, leaning down and kissing the man filthily until Dean started bucking again from the lack of oxygen. He pulled away and let the man's throat go, "Don't fight it.. it feels good when you give in to it. Trust me."

Randy's cock was even harder now, hand moving lazily over the slick muscle as he watched John deal with Dean.

When Dean finally stopped struggling, John smirked and languidly kissed the younger man, taking his time mapping out the man's mouth before he was tracing kisses down the scruffy jaw and to Dean's nipples. He smiled against the pert nipple when he heard Dean moan out. It wasn't until he felt Dean roll his hips cautiously against his that he bit down on the man's nub.

'Good boy.' It wasn't the phrase itself that made him arch against John. It wasn't the meaning behind them that made Dean's legs wrap around John's. It wasn't even the feeling of John's hard cock rubbing against his own that made him beg the older man to do that again. Rather.. it was the feeling of not knowing that did him in. Dean loved taking risks but giving control to someone else was the most extreme risk he'd taken before and it was making him harder than the thought it could.

Randy smirked when Dean's legs wrapped around his Sub's waist and begging for John to bite him again. As John teased the other nub before giving Dean what he wanted. His hand sped up, thumb pressing against the dripping slit as he watched them closely.

John looked over after hearing a small grunt from Randy, body tensing suddenly as he took in the sight of Randy pleasing himself. He wanted to be over there making the younger man come but he realized this would be enough for Randy tonight. Some sick fantasy his Dom had apparently and John was planning on continuing. He breathed out against the hardened nubs, grinning as Dean made a small noise of discontent. John slid a hand down and groped the man's ass harshly before biting down on Dean's shoulder "You get what I want to give. Got that?"

Dean shivered, pure arousal flooding through him as he nodded slowly but didn't say anything.

"He asked you a question. Answer."

The command was enough to make both men shiver, John flicking his gaze over to Randy briefly but quickly being brought back to Dean as the man answered him. He grinned and reached over for the lube, slathering his fingers up. When he felt Dean tense he smirked "..would you rather I went in dry?"

"No! I.. fuck.. just.. get it over with." He hissed in pain when the man bit his neck hard enough to draw blood "AH!"

John lapped at the blood, humming softly as he purred, "That's gonna leave a mark. Good luck explaining it." He squirted more lube on his hand and stroked his cock hard after shoving Dean's legs off him "I was going to prep you.. but I don't think you've been good enough."

Dean struggled a bit, looking up at John "Shit.." he wasn't going to apologize. He knew that was what John wanted but he was unwilling to be this man's bitch in any more ways than the physical tonight. He could hear Randy's strokes get quicker and felt his face heat up again as he held John's gaze.

The oldest man shook his head but smirked widely as he forced Dean's legs apart. "Relax." He wasn't surprised when the blond obeyed the command, suspecting that Dean had told this to others before. The thought only spurred him on. However, it wasn't until he heard Randy's soft curse from a few feet away that John moved, lining up and slamming in fully in one quick thrust. His head tossed back as he gasped quietly, hands gripping Dean's hips.

Randy cursed louder, one hand at his balls as the other tightened around his cock. He was close and fuck the scene was erotic. Better than anything he'd watched in videos before. Dean screamed out loudly (half in pain and half in desire) until John noticed and slammed their lips together in a kiss that was nothing but dominance. His Sub was ravaging the man's mouth and Randy let out a small moan.

The moan made something in him snap. John's hips thrust violently before he pulled out fully and entered the man once more, this time changing his angle and smirking when Dean whimpered into his mouth. He sucked the man's tongue harshly, focused on the noises he heard from Randy as he kept each thrust harsh and deep, making sure to hit Dean's spot every single time.

"Ngg.. c-close.." Dean barely even realized he'd said that out loud and turned his face, breaking away from the kiss to try to calm himself and keep the orgasm away.

John fisted the man's hair and forced Dean to look at him again "If you come before I let you.. Randy AND I will fuck you until you fuckin' bleed. That's a promise." He slammed their lips together again, swallowing down Dean's desperate and pleased sounds. John wasn't sure if the man wanted to come more or if he wanted the promise more.

Randy arched his back a little, fucking his fist hard and fast as he watched the scene. The idea John put out there was enough to make him throb.

Dean didn't know if the kiss went on for seconds or hours, every time he had to catch a breath, John would dig his nails into Dean's hip and thrust in more savagely than before as if punishing him for taking a break. But they'd be right back at it again as soon as Dean could turn his head. Nothing but the sound of their skin slapping together and his –and Randy's- curses filled the room for what seemed like an eternity .. yet again, it wasn't enough time. Part of him wished he could feel this pleasure all the time. But Dean was already struggling to hold his orgasm away, eyes rolling to the back of his head as John picked up the pace.

'Please.. Cena.. I.. f-FUCK me.. AH! …. H-har.. nn g-gonna.. ohf' Dean's pretty sounds were music to his ears. John felt a sense of pleasure rip through him knowing he'd humbled the man enough to get him to outright beg for release. He thrust forward twice more before breaking the kiss. John looked at Randy as if to ask him if he thought Dean was ready but the sight of Randy's eyes closed and the man barely holding on made John growl out the command to Dean "COME for me, Ambrose!"

The flash of white behind his eyes made him dizzy, every nerve in his body buzzing as his heart raced and his seed shot out of him, coating his and John's stomachs with sticky come. It wasn't until his dick stopped twitching and spilling his seed that Dean even realized he'd been screaming. His throat was on fire, wrists raw and probably bleeding and ass completely sore. But John was still thrusting into him. He moaned out softly as the man hit his spot, weakly tugging at the restraints until he heard Randy's voice.

"Shit.. Johnny.." Randy started, "N-…." 'I need you to come on me, Ran.. please.' He groaned loudly, sliding off the couch and standing behind John. The oldest man thrust into Dean two more times, his ass flexing perfectly for Randy and that was all it took, Randy came over John's ass, coating the man in his seed and cursing as he heard John's loud whimper as the man pulled out of Dean and splashed the man's chest and stomach with his seed.

John panted loudly, body twisting slightly so he could lock lips with his lover. The feeling of Randy's hand wrapping around the back of his neck made him shiver, small whine leaving his lips as he turned around and wrapped his arms around Randy. This kiss was nothing like the ones he'd shared with Dean. This one was full of passion and love as well as hunger and desperation.

Dean weakly lifted his head off the mattress when John's come stopped hitting his skin. The sight made him feel used and lower than he'd felt before. He was a pawn in these men's lives. Just a tool for Randy to get pleasure and for John to get payback. His stomach churned as he looked away from the two. He wouldn't pretend it didn't feel good but he'd be dammed if he let those two think he'd be willing to do this again.

Randy hummed softly as he caressed John's cheek, pink lips pressing softly against John's forehead. "Feel better?"

"Much." John chuckled and nuzzled the older man's nose before pulling away and grinning down at Dean though the man wasn't looking at him. He made a move to uncuff the man before Randy's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Go get cleaned up, baby. I'll see him out."

"Yes, Sir." John ducked his head and looked at Randy through his lashes. Playing dominant was fun every now and again but John was by nature submissive and he knew that though Randy let him break their rules tonight, it wouldn't happen often if ever again. But John was okay with that. The possessiveness in his lover just made him feel more loved and protected. The older man waited for Randy to release his shoulder before he slinked away to the bathroom to shower. He knew Randy hated the smell of another man on him while they slept.

Dean stared at the wall as he listened to Randy rummage around for the key, arms falling to the bed and body sagging with exhaustion and relief when he was finally freed. He didn't look up until a towel hit his head. Dean glared at Randy but used it to wipe himself clean regardless.

Randy smirked and tossed the man's sweats back to him before tossing him one of John's hoodies.

"The fuck.. I don't want this!."

"..you'll need it to cover up those marks.. unless you want everyone askin' questions as you walk down the hall and up the stairs to your room?"

Dean flushed furiously, knowing no matter what he'd be humiliated but he slid on the oversized sweatshirt and shuffled over to the door, body pulsing with pain at every step. He was at the door when Randy spoke again. 'If you so much as lay a finger on him again I'll torture and scar that body until you beg for it to stop.. and when I do stop, John and I will be makin' good on John's promise. John Cena is mine. You. Got. That?' His jaw set, a ripple of fear running through him as he gave a subtle nod and walked out of their hotel room.

Randy gave a startled jump as John's arms wrapped around him from behind, the older man pressing his slightly damp body against him and purring in his ear 'I wouldn't want to be anyone else's, Master.' The younger man gave a soft smile, quickly petting John's short hair and kissing his temple "I know, Johnny." He lead John back to the bed and stripped it of the soiled sheets, tossing them as far away as possible before laying new ones on and getting comfortable in bed. He glanced over when John looked at him and smiled as a small chuckle left his lips "You didn't think I forgot.. did you?"

John relaxed visibly and kneeled on the bed, letting Randy strap on his thick collar and smiled softly. Everything felt better now. He snuggled against the younger man's chest and kissed his skin softly.

"Johnny?"

"Hm.."

"Why didn't you mark that little bitch and make him walk out of here with your come inside him?"

John blushed and looked up at Randy, shrugging as he nuzzled against the man's neck "'cause he didn't deserve that. The only person I want feeling me lose it inside them.. is you."

Randy smirked and kissed the man's head. "I love you, baby."

"Love you too, Ran."

Randy relaxed, shutting of the light next to him and holding John tight "Night."

"Good night, Sir."

A/N: Ahem.. hope you enjoyed. Review?

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