In the Nights We Wept
Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with the WWE. Remember this is AU wrestling world, meaning anything and everything can happen.
Warning- mentions of violence
Summary- Mark is offered a chance to grant one of his greatest desires, one he has longed for. What happens when a simple wish that seemed so harmless becomes not so flawless? Slash.
Blah real life sucks. I have two months left of school then I'm done til I figure out what I want to do with my life. And yeah, so once schools done I'm gonna start writing more and re-writing/re-working some of my stories. so yeah.
I started this chapter in spanish the other day and instead of working on my law essay (which is due in two days) I finished writing this chapter.
Two more months, just two months.
The next morning when Mike woke up he found Glenn's side of the bed empty and with chilled sheets. It was rare when Glenn actually woke before him. Mike sat up stretching; he let a deep moan as his back cracked nicely. Glancing out the window Mike was surprised to see dark clouds blocking out any morning sunshine. It wasn't raining at the moment but Mike figured it would start soon. Mike climbed out the bed and went to the bathroom to do his morning routine. Mike finished dressing in a too big t-shirt that belong to Glenn and a pair of big comfy sweat pants, walking downstairs into the kitchen he found a note sitting on the counter in front of the coffee maker. The note just stated that Glenn and Mark went into town to check out some prices for parts that Mark needed for his bike and for Mike to behave. Mike chuckled and poured himself a cup of coffee. Daya jumped up onto the counter and purred as she rubbed against him. A loud crash from upstairs drew his attention to the fact that he wasn't alone in the house. Mike set his coffee cup down and made his way upstairs. Mark wouldn't be too happy if he came home and found his guest dead while under Mike's supervision. Mike knocked on the door gently, hearing no response he carefully eased the door open, he was startled to see Randy inspecting the deep purple and black bruises that littered his sides. Randy caught sight of Mike in the mirror and was startled as he spun around in shock and shoved his shirt back in place.
"Uh.. Yeah?" Randy asked shuffling to sit on Mark's bed.
"I was just... uh... I... coffee?" Randy eyed Mike as the younger man lingered in the door way.
"Sure." Mike gave a sharp nod in return before going back downstairs Randy following behind. Mike poured Randy a cup of coffee and refilled his own cup. He turned around and found Randy sitting at the counter island, Mike set Randy's mug in front of him.
"Black with two sugars." Randy took the mug and took a deep inhale of the disgustingly bitter smelling drink. Randy sighed dreamingly.
"You still remember. Thank you." The two settled into an awkward silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts.
Mike remembered the first time he met him.
Flashback of sorts..
Mike had entered the locker room for the first since officially becoming a WWE superstar. The man stood in the corner a huge hulking figure of a man, the stranger watching with a predator's gleam. Mike set his bag down on one of the benches, looking around in amazement. He was startled from his thoughts by someone clearing their throat; Mike jumped in shock and stumbled back as he glanced at the dark figure standing in the corner. The man let out a deep chuckle.
"Relax man." Mike swallowed as he stumbled back slightly. The man eyed him before speaking, "You're very pretty." Mike frowned he hated being called 'pretty'; he heard it show much growing up.
"Don't call me that!" Mike spat out. The man sneered and chuckled darkly.
"I'll call you whatever I want, Pretty." Mike frowned and watched the man as he moved to invade Mike's space. The man came to a stopped in front of Mike, backing him slowly in the wall. Mike gulped in fear as the man leaned down and pressed his lips against Mike's in a brutal kiss. Mike whimpered in fear, the man pulled off a few minutes later and cupped Mike's cheek.
"You belong to me now, Pretty." He pressed another harsh kiss to Mike's bruised lips before leaving the room. Mike fell back against the wall as his legs gave out beneath him. He slid down the wall til he was seated on the ground.
Mike released a unmanly squeal as he heard movement in the room he had believed to be empty. A figure came out of their hiding place.
"Are you okay?" Mike barely moved his head in a nodding motion.
"Fine."
"A piece of advice, avoid that man. He's not what he pretends to be. The man on the camera is nothing but an image. He's nothing like that in real life." The figure quickly made his way out of the room leaving Mike to his lonesome. Mike nodded as he thought about that hulking man who had left the room, his lips tingling as he remember the harsh kiss. Avoid him. It had sounded so easy at the time.
End of Flashback...
Mike was startled from his thoughts by Randy coughing. Mike took a sip of his coffee the taste nauseating him as he thought about his past. Walking to the sink he dumped the filled cup down the sink, watching as the dark liquid flowed down the drain.
"Are you okay?" Mike jumped startled by the voice. Randy watched the younger man as his hands gripped the edge of the sink.
"What does it matter to you?" Randy flinched at the question but did his best to hide it.
"It was just a question." Mike shook his head. He turned the tap on running the clear water to wash away any remaining coffee; grabbing an empty water bottle from the cupboard he filled it with the clean water. He twisted the lid on and turned to face Randy.
"I don't know what Mark expects of you but do whatever you want. I don't know what his interests are in you or why he even saved you. You can do what you please till Mark and Glenn return. You can watch TV, sleep or whatever I don't really care. Just… whatever." Mike snatched his water bottled and slipped on his runners before walking out the door.
Randy frowned as he watched the younger man leave the house, he waited out he disappeared out of sight before getting up and setting his empty cup in the sink. Randy stared at the pretty kitten that sat on the counter; she looked back at him with little interest.
Randy walked into the living room and found the remote control to the television he turned it on and found a movie to watch. He went upstairs and grabbed his little munchkin from his room and settled down on the couch with her. Randy watched his movie as the kitten slept on his chest, Mike's kitten had left her perch on the counter and joined them on the couch she slept curled up in a small ball in between Randy's stretched out legs.
Randy was half way through a second movie when the door opened and closed, he tried to ignore the voices that followed and continued watching his movie.
"Randy?" Randy lifted his head up and spotted Mark standing in the doorway to the living room.
"Hi." Mark nodded and took a seat in one of the arm chairs.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay?" Mark nodded, Glenn stepped into the room.
"Where's Mike?" Randy shrugged,
"He didn't say, he just grabbed a water bottle and left." Glenn let out a sigh and left the house.
"Mark?" Randy asked after the two settled in silence and watched the movie. Mark glanced over at the younger man and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"When can I go home?" Mark sat in silence for a few minutes before standing up to leave the room; he paused in the doorway on his way out of the room.
"Whenever you'd like to." Mark answered before leaving the room. Randy frowned.
So a little hint at Mike's past and maybe his feelings towards Randy... I don't know I'm not sure yet where thats going.
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