Chapter One

***Takes place after the events of Raw 01-12-2004***

The party in the Evolution dressing room was going full swing when Randy slipped out, unnoticed. Making his way through the halls, he came to the trainers room and looked up and down the halls to make sure he was alone before cautiously looking in. Rob Van Dam lay on one of the beds, eyes closed, fingers laced across his stomach. He was lying so still that one might think he was dead except for the slow movement of his chest as he breathed in and out. There were lines of strain around his face and his hair was loose around his shoulders, free of it's usual ponytail holder.

Looking around once again to make sure no one was around, Randy slipped forward a few steps and reached out a shaking hand. His fingertips paused over Rob's bare shoulder and Randy took a steadying breath then closed the distance and was touching the tanned skin. He watched carefully for any reaction from the shorter man, prepared at a second's notice to twist his lips into a superior smirk and mock any questions as to what he was doing. The martial artist, however, did not move, did not seem to react to the contact in any way. Reassured that Rob was asleep and probably drugged on pain killers, Randy let his touch become more solid, tracing the other man's collar bone, feeling how soft his skin was.

Keeping a vigilant watch on the other man's face to make sure he remained asleep, the young man reached up with his other hand and stroked Rob's light brown hair back from his face, letting the silky texture caress his fingers before tracing the skin around Rob's ear where the hair was almost shaved. It felt as wonderful as it had always looked and Randy combed his fingers through the long list as he traced Rob's hard chest with the other hand, palm smoothing across the golden skin as his fingers slipped underneath the top part of the older man's unitard. He smiled when he encountered a hardening nipple. Rob's mind may have been asleep but his body was obviously not.

Randy smirked to himself in ironic amusement. He was sure the other man's body would not like the touch so much if he knew who it was coming from. That thought made him slightly ashamed of himself for what he was doing. He knew it was wrong. Rob was asleep, probably on pain killers for the damage he had received in the ring earlier. The older man had no ability at the moment to stop Randy, to tell him no. Of course, that's why Randy had come her, now.

Randy would never be able to get close to the shorter man when he was awake and the young wrestler knew it. It was a painful realization. Randy had been wanting Rob for a long time, lusting after the compact flexible body. He used to watch the man on ECW, imaging what it would be like to be with the martial artist. He had even hoped when he had come to the WWE that something might occur with his long time crush and something had happened. Randy had joined Evolution and Rob had made it onto their list of targets. After Rob had managed to get a title, Randy knew it was hopeless. Being in Evolution meant he had to get gold by any means possible. That meant hurting the other man, standing back as he was out numbered and beaten down, showing him no mercy. How do you apologize for that?

So here he was, so desperate for just a touch of what he could never have that he was risking humiliation and even disciplinary action or arrest if he was caught, adding to his list of crimes. Glancing at the clock he realized he had already been here a quarter of an hour already and was surprised that they had been left alone for so long. Just one more thing, he silently prayed, just grant me time for one more thing. Leaning down, the young man softly pressed his mouth to Rob's, sucking the lower lip between his own and flicking his tongue over it, tasting the sweet flesh and storing it in his memory. It tasted better than he had imagined and he renewed his hatred of fate as he broke the kiss, releasing the soft flesh.

As quietly and carefully as he could, Randy retreated from the bed, ducking out of the hallway after checking to make sure it was empty. He quickly made his way back to the dressing room and quietly slipped inside, hoping no one had noticed his absence. Luck was still with him as no one questioned him and he finished gathering his possessions before heading back to the hotel with the rest of Evolution.

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It was after midnight when Randy made his way down to the pool area, wanting nothing more than to rest in the hot tub. He was sore, sore from his match with RVD but even more so from Hunter. The big blonde was attractive and charming and Randy had been flattered when he had shown interest. There was no way, however, for the young wrestler to know that the big man liked it rough in the bedroom but he had found out quickly. It was not that Hunter was intentionally cruel or sadistic, it was just he was selfish, not patient, not gentle.

Of course, tonight had been worse than usual due to the fact that Randy had really not been in the mood. After tasting Rob's sweet lips, he had found himself more dissatisfied than usual with Hunter. In fact, all Randy had wanted to do was go to sleep remembering the smaller man's feel, smell, taste. Instead, Hunter had been horny, demanding, and slightly drunk making him more impatient and rough than usual. He had not been relaxed through the encounter and his body was letting him know it.

Stepping through the gate, his gaze immediately focused on the hot tub, his attention so narrowed he did not even notice anyone else was around. Stripping off his robe, he slipped into the warm water, letting the heat and motion soothe his muscles though it could do nothing for his heart. Letting his head fall back, he was surprised when someone caught it but was immediately grateful for this as it occurred to him he had been so focused on getting in the tub, he had forgotten to arrange a towel to pillow his head. Therefore, whoever it was had saved him from rapping his skull on the concrete and he just did not need the headache that would have caused. The hand under his skull was gentle and Randy was too relaxed to bring himself to care who it was.

His head was lowered onto a soft towel and Randy sighed in contentment, smiling softly as his mind settled into a comfortable fantasy that it was Rob taking care of him. He knew that was an impossibility but he could dream, couldn't he?

Warm hands came to rest on his shoulders, softly massaging the tired skin and Randy sighed in enjoyment, his mind slipping further away from reality until he was just on the edge of sleep. The hands had left his skin and he was not sure when that had happened nor did he really care about that or even that the someone had moved into the water and was sitting next to him. His body was too comfortable in the hot water and his mind was too comfortable in his fantasies to move or protest.

Soft lips were pressed against his and Randy parted his lips partly, enjoying it when the other person sucked on his bottom lip. A hot tongue liked along his lips, luring him into opening wider and taking full advantage when he did, gently exploring, coaxing Randy's tongue to lazily play and the young man moaned. The other person tasted as sweet as Rob and Randy felt his eyes grew hot at the thought that it wasn't the martial artist.

He quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind. As long as he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend, he could make himself believe it was Rob and what was so wrong with that. Would it really hurt to just pretend for awhile? Shoving away any hesitation and the fear of what would happen if Hunter found out, Randy lifted his arms, wrapping them around the shoulders of the other person, man, he realized as he caressed wide shoulders and a hard, sculpted chest.

Randy's hands glided easily over the wet flesh as he continued to kiss the other man, tongues lazily exploring and playing as if they had all eternity to learn each other's taste. However, breathing eventually became a concern and Randy reluctantly pulled back, gasping for air. The breath stuck in his throat as the other man's hot mouth moved over his skin, licking and nibbling along his neck. Strong hands found their way to Randy's shoulders again, massaging and stroking and Randy tilted his head back, silently giving the man permission to do whatever he wanted, moaning as the hot mouth trailed up to his ear, a wet tongue tracing the curves before the man whispered in a low husky voice. "You taste good, baby, so good." Randy's body trembled. Even the voice sounded like Rob's.

Whoever it was returned to tasting his skin, moving along Randy's jaw before capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, slow and thorough. Randy tightened his grip on the other man, pulling their bodies closer, craving more contact. His chest pressed against the other man's causing Randy to moan in pleasure, the other body felt so good against his own, hard and strong but smooth and soft. Strong hands smoothed over Randy's back, molding their bodies together as they continued to kiss with growing heat. Randy was growing harder by the second and he whimpered around the tongue filling his mouth, his grip becoming desperate. Whoever the other man was, he was strong, as strong as Rob.

Randy felt himself being pulled away from the wall and allowed it, desperately kissing the other man, not wanting to lose any contact as they moved deeper in the water and Randy felt the other man settle on his knees, arranging Randy so their knees were interlaced, both of them straddling a thigh of the other and Randy smiled. In this new position, he was able to tell that the other man was shorter than him and that just reinforced Randy's self-imposed fantasy. His hands roamed the other man's muscled back, carefully avoiding neck and shoulders. If the other man had short hair, Randy did not want to know, he wanted to pretend that if he ran his hands over the other man's skull, he could find silky long brown hair. So, instead, he blindly mapped the other man's back and sides, pressing closer, shamelessly rubbing his erection against the hard muscled thigh between his own, moaning in need as he felt his own back caressed and stroked, the hands moving lower and lower until they passed below his waist. Randy bucked against the man's leg and hip as he felt strong fingers flex, massaging and groping at his ass and his head fell back with a groan of need.

The other man ran his tongue up Randy's throat under his chin then began to press hot, wet kisses over Randy's shoulders and chest making Randy grind himself against the man. He wanted this so badly, arousal running hot and hard through his body and it was obvious that his partner wanted it too. The hands on his ass continued to explore and grope, pausing only to rearrange Randy's legs so he was straddling the others hard muscled thighs. Hips and an equally hard arousal ground back against Randy who bent his head to taste the other skin, his mouth sucking at the other's neck, moaning with delight as he felt long, silky, wet hair against his lips.

"You feel as good as you taste, baby." That lust filled, husky voice was whispering in Randy's ear again, making him tremble again. It was just like Rob's voice, rough and sweet at the same time. "Damn, I never thought I'd want you so bad."

Gentle but strong fingers found their way under the swim trunks Randy was wearing but the young wrestler never considered stopping them, he wanted this. It may have been fantasy and nothing more and it would probably cause problem later, especially if the other person bragged about this, but for now, for now, it didn't matter. As long nothing destroyed the fantasy that it was Rob in his arms, nothing mattered.

Pain suddenly shot through Randy making him whimper and bury his face in the other man's strong neck.

"I'm sorry, baby, so sorry. Shh, I didn't mean to hurt you." Strong arms held him tightly and firm hands gently stroked his head and back. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Randy clung to the man, reveling in the comfort. He knew the other man had not meant to hurt him and, if it had not been for Hunter, it would not have hurt. The pain had been caused by the other man gently running a finger around the ring of muscle of Randy's entrance. Unfortunately, Hunter had been so rough and Randy unprepared that the abused skin hurt to the touch. He had forgotten about the soreness that had driven him to the hot tub to begin with and almost wanted to cry. He had wanted this. He had wanted to be fucked by this man, wanted the closest thing to Rob he would get and now...now it had been ruined and the other man would surely leave.

However, the man did not leave, instead he continued to hold Randy comfortingly, hands running over his body soothingly. "Shh, I'm sorry. Never meant to hurt you, I swear I didn't."

The pain receded and Randy listened to the words, taking comfort but feeling guilty. He could not let the other man think he had done something wrong. "You didn't hurt me."

The words were muffled against the other man's neck but he had obviously heard. "If it wasn't me, then what was it? I don't see anyone else in this hot tub." The voice was still soft but it was filled with amusement as well as regret.

Randy opened his mouth to tell him but quickly closed it. This was a stranger, how could he explain it to a stranger? However, he felt he owed the man some kind of explanation. Randy just could not bring himself to leave the man thinking it was his fault. Maybe...maybe it would be easier if he knew who he was talking to. Then, he would know how much to tell him and if he needed to try to ensure his silence. After all, the fantasy was blown now anyway, no more reason not to face whoever it was and try to salvage the situation.

Having decided, he pulled back and slowly opened his eyes to find that he was looking down into very concerned hazel eyes. "Rob?" Randy's voice was almost a yelp of disbelief making the other man smile.

"Yeah, last time I checked."

Randy was frozen in shock, trying to decide if he was going insane or not. "I can't...But you weren't...When..." He knew he was making absolutely no sense and, from Rob's expression, he was starting to worry the older wrestler. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breathes to try to calm down and bring his thoughts back into order. Opening is eyes again, slowly, he found Rob still there, looking up at him with deep concern.

"Randy. Are you ok, dude? Did you take anything?"

The third generation wrestler broke into a huge grin, hugging Rob tightly, never wanting to let go, burying his face against the martial artist's neck. "It's really you! I...I didn't know who it was but...but I was...oh man, I wanted it to be you...so bad. You have no idea how bad, how long I've wanted you." Randy knew he was rambling but he didn't care. He was in Rob's arms, being soothed. Rob had been kissing him, holding him, making love to him. Randy's happy thoughts suddenly stopped as he remembered what had happened. "Rob?"

"What?"

"You didn't hurt me. I mean, it's not your fault." Now, more than ever, he could not let Rob think it was anything the shorter man had done to cause the pain.

"Then what happened?"

"I...it's just...I'm sore from earlier." Randy hurried on, not wanting Rob to get the wrong idea. "Not the match! Later, I...well my lov..." Randy stopped and wanted to cry again. What if Rob got mad at him? Technically he was cheating on Hunter and Rob was a good guy. What if Rob thought he was just a whore?"

There was no disgust or judgement in the mellow, husky voice, just concern, "Are you trying to tell me you're sore from having sex earlier?"

"Yes." Randy's voice was a low whisper and he wrapped his arms tighter around Rob, afraid the ECW veteran would leave. He wanted to explain but what was there to explain?

"Then why are you down here alone? Where's your lover?"

"I...I don't know."

Randy felt Rob's body tense under him but the hands on Randy's back and hair were still soft and soothing. "You mean to tell me, your lover let you wander off while in pain?" Rob's voice was tight with anger and the fact that it was over him sent a thrill through Randy. "What an asshole."

"I...I don't think he knows." Randy felt that, out of loyalty, he had to defend Hunter, but his heart was not really into it. Actually, he was getting angry at the large blonde man. If it weren't for him leaving Randy sore, Randy could be getting fucked by Rob right now. Just the thought of the brunette moving in him made Randy hard again and he could not helping rubbing himself against Rob slightly, his arousal growing.

He could feel Rob's smile as the shorter man turned and nuzzled at his neck again. "Tell you what, baby, stand up and I'll make you feel real good. No more pain."

"It's not your fault."

Rob's teeth slid over Randy's collar bone. "Stand up, baby, 'less you don't want me anymore."

When Rob phrased it that way...Randy shot out of his lap, almost losing his balance but Rob immediately caught his hips, steadying the younger man and smiling up at him with an amused grin. Laying his hands on Rob's shoulders to steady himself, Randy smiled down into darkening hazel eyes. He watched as Rob pulled the black swim trunks off Randy's lean hips, pulling them down to Randy's ankles so the younger man could step out of them. Releasing them to float in the tub, Rob leaned forward and ran his tongue up the inside of Randy's thigh, his cheek moving along Randy's hard erection as the wet flesh moved close to Randy's groin. However, at the juncture of Randy's hip, Rob stopped and skipped over to the other side, planting soft kisses over the sensitive skin of Randy's inner thighs.

"Rob, please."

"Say my name again."

Randy hissed in need as Rob's mouth found his lower stomach, above his erection but below his navel. "Rob."

His voice choked off as the shorter man's mouth wrapped around Randy's cock, sucking and stroking the skin. Randy groaned at the hot wet heat surrounding his aching arousal, every thought, every part of his mind focused on the part of him inside Rob. He buried his hands in silky brunette hair, messing up the bound strands and not caring as Rob began to move over him. The man's teeth softly grazed the nerve along the underside of Randy's cock making the lean man give a choked cry of pleasure, thrusting forward, trying to continue the sensation but Rob's grip on his hips kept him still as he pulled back until just the swollen head was in that hot cavern.

Rob's talented tongue stroked and caressed over the swollen skin, teasing the slit and tracing the fullness of it until Randy was whimpering in need, his hips straining against Rob's grip. However, the other man would not relent, would not take the rest of Randy's straining cock inside him. His attention seemed to be fully taken up by the aching flesh in his mouth, measuring it with his tongue, sucking it, tasting it, and Randy was even more aroused by the expression on Rob's face as he did it. The long-haired man had a look of pure pleasure on his face, obviously enjoying Randy's taste and Randy trembled with need, his hips fighting Rob's grip, and he rested his hands on Rob's shoulders for leverage as he whimpered and pleaded, needing release but not wanting this moment to ever stop.

Rob shifted his grip slightly and Randy suddenly thrust forward, embedding himself deep in Rob's throat and his back arched as he cried out at the ecstasy of it. His cock was surrounded by wetness and heat and tightness and Randy began to move in and out groaning with each thrust. Rob's hands roamed over his waist and ass, encouraging him to move and his tongue bathed and caressed the heated flesh moving hard and insistent over it. Randy could feel the pressure building inside him and his muscles were already jerking and shaking with need and pleasure and all he could do was continue to go deep and fast into Rob's waiting throat, moaning and panting and groaning out Rob's name until release came hard and fast, wrenching each muscle in Randy's body tight as he pushed hard, loving the feel of Rob's strong lips pressed to the hair covered skin at the base of his cock.

It felt as if his very life drained from him down Rob's throat and he let it, was grateful for it, never wanted it to end. Empty and happy, a deep lethargy came over Randy, as if he had not strength left and he felt as if he were falling only to be caught by Rob's strong hands and lowered to straddle Rob's thighs once again, his face buried against Rob's strong neck, and Randy felt muscled arms holding him tightly, safely, hands moving soothingly over his back.

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