|Superman Tonight Ch. 2/?
||[Jun. 23rd, 2013|11:17 am]
|||||Bon Jovi & LeAnn Rimes - Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore||]|
Title: Superman Tonight Ch. 2/5?
Author: jovi_diva/eveeverett (Crystal)
Pairing: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Randy Orton/Adam Copeland
Warnings: Explicit Adult Content, Slash, Angst, Rape, M/M Slash
Category: Slash, Angst
Summary: Adam may have waited too late to come to Randy’s aid. On top of that, he allows himself to make a bad decision but he still might be able to be Randy’s “Superman”.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this is a work of fiction.
Author's Notes: This chapter contains rape of a superstar. DO NOT READ IT if you can't handle it. I know this is a tough subject for many so just skip right on over it if you have a problem with it. ALSO..it's been TWO FREAKING YEARS...Sorry about that. This shouldn't take but two or three more chapters to wrap up! Comments = ♥
Chapter One - http://violentpretties.livejournal.com/405029.html
Randy sat on the couch in his living room staring blankly at the television as he popped two Vicodin and washed them down with a big swig of beer. He been eating the pills like candy and was thankful his doctor had given him a large number of them in the prescription. At night he relied on the Xanax and valium and if it hadn't been for those, he wouldn't be sleeping at all.
He just wanted the images of those men violating him to stop running through his mind but almost nothing he did seemed to make them stop.
He had agreed to speak with a shrink if the shrink would come to his house but that hadn't ended well because Randy barely said five words to the man. The last thing he wanted was to relive the incident in any way and then be told how to deal with it or that time would heal his wounds. It was all bullshit.
He just wanted to stop seeing those men and feeling their hands on him. Sometimes without even thinking about it, he could feel everything they had done to him again and there wasn't a thing he could do to shut it down.
When that happened he ended up curled around the toilet throwing up until he had nothing left in his body to lose and very thankful that his mother had been doing all the routine cleaning.
His parents had been coming by once a week to bring groceries and his father would sit on the couch with him and try to make small talk while his mother buzzed around the house cleaning up, doing his laundry and preparing meals to get him through until they came back the next week
They had refused to bring him beer though and that was becoming more and more troubling as he drank down the rest of the last beer in the house.
Adam and Randy made their way back to their shared locker room laughing and gasping for breath after their time spent losing the belts to Shawn Michaels and John Cena.
"So, next week we start to turn on each other..." Edge stated, stripping down slowly after he turned on the large fan to cool himself off.
"Should be interesting," Randy nodded, already naked since he had much less to remove.
"And Legacy will be born soon?" Edge asked, hating the connection he'd seen Randy and Cody.
The green monster jealousy was rearing it's ugly head, but Adam and Randy had made an agreement. What they had was just sex, but Adam was falling hard and fast for The Viper and he couldn't help it.
Randy nodded, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge and tossing one to Adam.
"Forget about that shit and get your ass in the shower..." Randy murmured, smiling as he grabbed a towel and a condom and headed that way.
"Mr. Copeland...Mr. Copeland," The flight attendant gently shook his shoulder and he flinched and then frowned. "I'm sorry sir, but we're about to land. You need to set your seat up and put on your safety belt please."
Adam nodded, wiping his mouth and cursing the airplane gods for waking him from the amazing dream. He sat his seat up and clicked on his seatbelt.
That was the last time and and Randy had been together and it was a night he kept fresh in his mind. It was no wonder he was dreaming about it now since he was on his way to visit Randy.
Randy had been ignoring Adam's waterfall of phone calls so he was forced to call Cody, despite his anger for the younger man, and ask him how Randy was doing.
Not good had been the answer.
Adam rang the doorbell for the third time and sighed impatiently, knocking loudly on the door. He could hear the television and he knew Randy was ignoring the door.
“Randy, it’s Adam! Come on man,” He looked in through the side window of the door because the blinds were pulled on all the other windows. “I flew a long way dude. I’m not going away.”
Randy wasn’t ignoring the door, not this time. He was curled up in a ball in the corner of the downstairs bathroom hallucinating the rape all over again. The drugs mixed with the booze amplified the memories and had he known that, he wouldn’t have taken the last four Vicodin.
“I’m coming in damnit!” Adam announced loudly, turning the doorknob to find it locked and growling softly. There was no way he was going to be able to bust down this door.
Sighing, he glanced around the front yard a bit and had a small celebration when he found a hide-a-key rock and used said key to unlock the door. He did have to break the chain but that was an easy fix.
“Randy...” Adam called out, stepping on into the house and closing the door behind him as he tossed his bag onto the floor. He called Randy’s name again and felt a little bit of panic rise up.
Randy raised his eyes toward the open bathroom door, absolute terror showing in his eyes. He held his breath and didn’t move a muscle.
“Hey, it’s Adam...you here?” Adam walked on into the kitchen and back out into the living room, his hands on his hips.
Randy’s brow furrowed, Adam’s voice seemed so far away but it was managing to break through the voices of the men who had violated him. He tried to stand, tried to make it to the door but fear plagued him.
Adam headed for the stairs but stopped when he saw movement off to the left. He turned and saw Randy, rushing to his side but Randy curled away, shaking his head.
“No, no please...”
“Hey,” Adam spoke softly, “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s Adam. Randy, look at me,” He carefully reached up to turn Randy to face him, swallowing hard. He couldn’t believe the state Randy was in; sweaty and reeking of alcohol and if his pupils were any clue, he was also most definitely high on something.
Randy turned slowly to look at him, “Adam?” His throat was dry and raw.
“Yeah,” Adam nodded and caressed Randy’s cheek, “Yeah, it’s Adam.”
Randy grasped handfuls of Adam’s shirt and buried his face against his chest, clinging to him as if he was suddenly going to disappear.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Adam sank down more into the floor after his attempts to pull Randy up from it failed. He wrapped his arms around the other man and held him, Randy breathing heavily causing Adam to think he might hyperventilate.
“It’s okay Randy, you’re okay.” He continued to whisper, rubbing Randy’s back and just sitting there with him for what seemed an eternity.
“They...raped me,” Randy confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adam swallowed hard unsure of how to respond. He held Randy closer. It was all he could think to do.
“Four of them...t-took...they took turns,” He choked out the words, not allowing himself to cry.
Adam could smell the liquor on Randy’s breath as well as in the sweat pouring from his body, “It’s over now. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“Still one left, not caught,” Randy shook his head. The one who had stood on his wrists was still at large.
“They’ll catch him,” Adam tried to be reassuring. “Let’s...let’s get you up off the floor and into a shower, okay?”
Randy tightened his grip on Adam, “Don’t...don’t leave me, okay?” His eyes were wide with desperation.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Adam replied softly, getting Randy to his feet and steadying him there for a moment before leading him out and toward the stairs, wanting to get him to the master bathroom.
Randy grabbed Adam’s wrist and looked into his eyes, “I am so scared.” He admitted, too drunk and high to realize he was doing so. He was far too proud a man to admit that sober.
“I know,” Adam told him, “You’re going to be okay. I’m here and I’m going to get you through this.”
“Don’t know if anyone can,” Randy shook his head and allowed Adam to help him on up to the master bathroom.
“Well, I’m gonna damn well try.” Adam murmured softly, helping Randy remove his clothing after he started up the shower, getting it nice and hot.
“Are you good?” Adam asked, letting go of Randy as he stepped into the shower.
Leaning against the cool tile wall, Randy shook his head, “I need you,” He mumbled rather pathetically, those three words saying so much because of his tone. He wanted Adam, physically only because mentally he needed some sort of control.
Adam shook his head, “It’s a bad idea.” He even had to wonder if Randy could get hard after everything he’d been through or why sex would even be something he could consider.
“Adam, please,” Randy reached out of the shower and grabbed the back of Adam’s neck, reeling him in to kiss him softly and a bit hesitantly on the lips.
Adam didn’t care that his clothes were soaked in seconds. He hated himself for feeling so selfish. He had wanted Randy for so long but had given up hope for a relationship with him long ago. He began to reason in his head that this was the least he could do for the man he loved so he nodded agreement, willing to do anything, give anything to make Randy feel better.
Randy slid his tongue along Adam’s, whimpering softly and rocking against him, helping him to remove his clothing. He cursed softly, wanting him badly but quickly realizing he wasn’t even coming close to achieving an erection.
“Now my fucking dick is betraying me,” Randy shook his head and pulled away from Adam, shaking his head, “I’m fucking pathetic.” He turned away.
Adam gave Randy’s shoulder a squeeze, opting not to say a word and just grabbing a sponge and some soap to wash Randy’s body. When he was clean, Adam stepped out of the shower with him and dried him off, securing a towel around both of their waists and watching as Randy walked into the bedroom, crawled into the bed and beneath the covers, tossing the towel to the side.
“You can...sleep here,” Randy murmured, not turning to look at Adam, still very embarrassed but unwilling to lie there alone. He knew if he was alone, those men would come back and haunt his dreams.
“Okay,” Adam replied, finding some boxers and slipping them on before he got into the bed and cautiously wrapped one arm around Randy, spooning against his backside.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Randy to drift off to sleep, grateful for the warm feel of Adam’s body against his own and sleep that wasn’t flooded with nightmares.
Randy stirred from sleep a bit groggy and hung over a little startled by the feel of someone pressed so close to him. He looked over his shoulder and very slowly began to remember parts of the previous night.
Groaning softly, he closed his eyes and slowly began to relax back against Adam, loving the familiarity of his body and the feeling of Adam’s morning “wood”. He forgot, for a moment, what had happened to him. He could feel himself beginning to harden for the first time in months and groaned again causing Adam to stir from sleep.
Randy rolled into Adam’s arms and pressed a crushing kiss to his lips, whimpering as their cocks brushed together. For the first time in a long time, he felt like a man again.
“Fuck,” Adam gasped into his mouth, rolling to his back with ease as Randy towered over him, “God I have missed you...” He confessed before he could stop himself.
“Oh yeah?” Randy asked softly, letting all the bad fade from his mind and body.
“God yes,” Adam replied clinging to him desperately.
“I just wanna feel normal again,” Randy admitted hoarsely, his lips pressing against Adam’s neck and down his chest.
Adam gripped the back of his neck tightly and nodded, “Yeah, okay...it’s okay...” He happily yielded control, groaning against Randy’s mouth when it covered his own again.
He arched off the bed into Randy, running his fingertips down Randy’s spine, remembering how much he liked that and getting a pleased response from the touch.
“I forgot how good you feel,” Randy murmured against Adam’s skin, nibbling on his earlobe as he stroked their cocks together.
“I could never forget,” Adam replied, voice shaky.
“That’s good to know,” Randy actually smirked, showing a bit of his former self and reaching into the nightstand for lube and a condom. He tossed the condom to the bed and spread lube on his fingers, sliding them across Adam’s heat, the smirk still playing on his lips as the man beneath him moaned rather loudly, biting his own lower lip.
Randy began to prepare him, consuming Adam’s lips and eliciting moan after wonderful moan from his lips.
“Fuck, yes please God,” Adam begged, as was the usual when they were together.
“You are so fucking tight,” Randy growled softly against his lips, sliding another finger inside him.
“Been...a while,” Adam confessed, a bit embarrassed to admit just how long. He had a brief sexual relationship after Randy broke things off with him but that only lasted a few months and he hadn’t been with anyone since then.
“I can tell,” Randy replied, “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock. You always did,” He added, bruising Adam’s lips with another breathless kiss and fumbling in the sheets for the condom which he ripped open with his teeth after he pulled away from the kiss.
“Th-thanks,” Adam gasped swallowing hard and grunting as he felt Randy’s cock press against his entrance, slowing slipping inside him. “Oh...fuck...”
Randy hissed out his pleasure, tossing his head back and thrusting his hips rather harshly against Adam’s, sliding completely inside him and rather enjoying the twisted look of pleasure and pain on the other man’s face.
Adam whimpered, his blunt nails digging into Randy’s back as he wrapped his legs around his waist and eventually rocked up into his continuing thrusts. Pleasure flooded him, dizzied him. He didn’t want this to end because he feared how Randy would act when it was all over. He fought to forget those thoughts, basking in the feel of his lover’s cock sliding in and out of his body. He cried out when he felt a hand around his own cock, knowing it wouldn’t take much more before he came.
Randy kissed him quite tenderly and Adam clung to him with arms and legs. Randy could feel it, he knew Adam was close, he remembered how good it felt to be with him, how good it felt when Adam came, tightening around his cock so wonderfully and milking him of every drop he could offer.
“Come on Adam,” He encouraged softly, nipping at Adam’s lower lip with a predatory growl, “Make me cum,” He commanded, growling again as he felt Adam tighten around him as well as the warm rush of Adam’s orgasm against his stomach and chest.
Adam cried out, the sound almost pained but Randy knew better. He claimed Adam’s lips roughly, barely able to breathe as his orgasm rushed out of him. Trembling, he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. He hated the fact that his body immediately began betraying him, aching from the beating, reminding him. Randy rolled onto side and discarded the condom, grabbing a bottle of pills and tossing two into his mouth, dry swallowing them.
“Do you want some water or something?” Adam offered, sitting up in the bed, guilt washing over him as he stood to go wash himself up.
Randy just nodded, his back to Adam still.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Adam said softly, heading into the bathroom to clean up before jogging downstairs. He pulled a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his bag and slid them on before going on into the kitchen to grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and return to the bedroom.
Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pair of lounge pants that sat incredibly low on his hips and smoking a cigarette.
“Since when do you smoke?” Adam asked, walking around the bed and handing Randy a bottle of water.
Randy looked up at him, cocking his head to the side, “Since I was gang raped and had the fuck beat out of me.” He huffed and took another drag off the cigarette.
“Okay,” Adam sighed and sat down beside him, “How about I make us some breakfast.”
“Not really hungry,” Randy shook his head and crushed out the cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for several long seconds before he blew it out.
“Just some toast maybe,” Adam suggested softly.
“Ya know what Adam...” Randy turned to look at him rage in his eyes which calmed when he saw the little bit of fear in Adam’s. “Toast...yeah, fine...whatever.” He tossed his hand up in the air and grabbed the bottle of pills, tossing back two more and downing the entire bottle of water, collapsing back onto the bed with a groan, guarding his ribs.
“Okay,” Adam replied, heading toward the kitchen to make some toast and scrambled eggs with cheese and ham.
Randy stumbled into the kitchen just as Adam was plating up the food, “I’ll take some of those eggs,” He grumbled, sitting down at the breakfast bar.
Adam nodded, bringing the two plates over, “I made enough. I know you can’t resist my eggs. You always said they were the best.” He turned and went back to the fridge, pouring two glasses of milk for them. It was obvious to him Randy’s mother had been doing the grocery shopping. He was fully stocked with fresh foods.
“Yeah, you make pretty good eggs,” Randy didn’t look at him, focusing instead on the plate and actually feeling hungry. “Thanks,” He murmured, scooping a large bite into his mouth.
“You’re welcome,” Adam replied, sitting down across from him and eating as well.
“How long you in town for?” Randy asked him, making small talk but never once looking up from his plate, ashamed of himself for reasons he just couldn’t explain.
He wanted to reply with, as long as it takes, but he thought better of it.
“I don’t have anything pressing to return to,” Adam confessed, “I’m taking some time off, trying to decide if I want to continue. My body’s giving up on me. I hurt my neck again, got a pretty major concussion. The doctors say I shouldn’t go back.”
“That’s...that sucks. Sorry to hear that,” Randy replied softly, truly sorry.
“Yeah, well, shit happens,” Adam shrugged. “I’ve had a great career and I’d rather end it without living the rest of my life paralyzed and in a wheelchair.”
“Can’t say as I blame you,” Randy glance up at him, realizing just how serious he was now. “Why did you come here Adam?” He asked, his words not harsh, his question showing his confusion as to Adam’s presence.
Adam licked his lips and wiped his mouth with his napkin, looking Randy in the eye as he replied, “I care about you and I’m worried about you. The trainers, Hunter, all of the guys say you won’t return their calls. You’re not trying to come back. I knew...” He shook his head and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he continued. “I knew there had to be more to the story but they wouldn’t tell me no matter how much I asked.”
“Hunter, Cody, Ted, Vince and now...you,” Randy pointed at him, “You’re the only ones who know other than the police and a few people at the hospital. They managed to keep it out of the press by some miracle.”
“Nobody will hear it from me,” Adam assured him, finishing off his eggs and downing the remainder of his milk.
“I know,” Randy replied, pushing away his plate after eating nearly three fourths of the meal, his stomach feeling uneasy.
Adam eyed him.
“I haven’t hardly eaten in four days. You should feel special,” Randy told him with a little snarl. “I only really eat when Mom’s here. I can’t stand to see her cry...which she does if I don’t eat or if she finds a lot of beer bottles...”
“Yeah, well, you can’t blame her. You were so stoned and drunk yesterday,” Adam bit his lower lip, he didn’t want to chastise Randy. He cleared his throat and stood to clear the dishes, “It’s not good, what you’re doing to your body. You’re an athlete and you know better.”
Randy grumbled softly to himself, rolling his eyes. “Thanks Dad.”
“I’m serious Randy,” Adam snapped at him a bit, “Don’t let those assholes take away who you are!”
Shaking his head, Randy jumped up, kicking the stool back in a rage, “Don’t...don’t you say that to me. You don’t know! You don’t know what it’s like. You’re not me, you can’t know...” He trembled visibly, fear washing over him, tears appearing in his eyes even though he fought with all he had not to allow it, “I can’t even step out my fucking door...”
Adam walked around to him, trying to comfort him, wanting to hold him but Randy shoved him away, still shaking his head.
Adam wouldn’t allow him to push him away, fighting back carefully until he had his arms around him, feeling Randy’s shoulders slump and his body shake as he wept.
“You need this,” Adam whispered, “You gotta let it all go.” He held him tightly feeling as if he’d broken through a barrier, hoping this would get Randy on the road to a true recovery.