El Tango de Orton (1/1)(Wrestling. Cena/Orton. Jericho/Orton.)
Title: El Tango de Orton.
Fandom: Wrestling.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Cena/Randy Orton; One-sided Chris Jericho/Randy Orton.
Rating: R/NC-17.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Obviously slash considering the couples. Rape. This is completely AU by the way.
Author Notes: Christmas fic for linearation.Oh god...it got kind of cheesy at the end...sorry about that. Based on the song El Tango De Roxanne from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. (I was listening to it the whole I wrote this.) Read and comment if you would? It would make me feel better ;).
El Tango de Orton
"Where are you going?"
Randy sighed, glancing up from his dress shoes to look up at the man who addressed him. John Cena leaned against the doorframe of the living room, arms crossed, with serious blue eyes. Those blue eyes that would always watch him.
"Out."
John's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean out?"
The younger man finished tying his shoes and stood to his feet. He adjusted the blue tie around his neck looking away from the man's gaze. He knew how much John hated what he did but business was business.
"What do you think? I have a client tonight."
John clicked his tongue and sighed as he ran a hand through his shortened hair, the seriousness in his eyes wilting to be replaced with concern. "Why do you do that shit? I've told you countless times before I don't think it's a great idea to be selling your body."
Randy tensed as he reached for his suit coat, sliding in the first arm. "I need the money."
The older man scolded, "I need the money. I need the money," he repeated. "That's not a good enough excuse as to why you want to sell your fucking body to a stranger."
"He's not a stranger. This is one of my regulars." Randy replied as he shrugged.
"I don't give a fuck. You're selling yourself for money and acting like a goddamn whore."
Randy chuckled half-heartedly, "A whore...that's all I'll ever be right? I've heard it all before. You don't need to repeat yourself Cena. Why do you care anyway? We have nothing special; we’re just roommates. Let me live my life as I want to."
Making sure all the final adjustments were complete, Randy reached for the garment bag he had placed in the closet. He could feel John's eyes on him like every other time he prepared to leave for one of his appointments. The young man gave him a half-hearted wave as he opened the door. John’s hand slammed against the wood to pause the process.
"You know why I care so much?" He asked, his mouth close to the other man's ear, "I care because I love you."
Randy stiffened a moment, glaring into collected blue eyes before scoffing. "Sure, I need to go. Let go of the door."
John sighed but did as he was asked, lifting his hand from to door to allow Randy his escape.
-X-
"Enjoying the wine?"
Randy glanced up from his wineglass at the blonde sitting cross-legged on the bed, his own wine glass between his fingers. The man nodded.
"It's perfect like always Chris."
Chris grinned, "I'm glad. You seem out of focus tonight."
The young man shrugged, "It's nothing. Something I have to deal with." He wasn't in the mood to share his problem with this particular client.
"A problem huh?" Chris laughed, setting his glass down and motioning for the man, "come here."
Like always, Randy followed the orders proposed to him though he did so robotically. For a moment he thought Chris' eyes had narrowed. He shook his head and settled onto the blonde's lap, his arms automatically wrapping around Chris' neck.
"Hmm...You’re stiff." Chris commented, running a hand down Randy's back. "We'll fix that."
The younger man shivered as the blonds' lips attacked the outer shell of his ear. Chris' hand continued to travel over the expense of his warm body, touching anything and everything. This was what he did and yet he was as into it as normal. As Chris' lips came to his, Randy couldn't get John's words out of his mind.
"I care because I love you."
Over and over the words repeated in his mind, John's sincere expression as clear as day in his minds eye. Why the hell did he have to say it? Especially when he had a job to do? His mind was so wrapped up in the thoughts he had momentarily forgotten he was in Chris' arms until he heard the sound of the zipper from the dress he had slipped on the moment he had arrived.
"Wait..." Randy muttered over Chris' lips, his hands coming up to push the older man back.
Chris glanced up at the man in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"I can't." He blurted without thinking.
The blonds' eyes narrowed, "You can't?"
Randy shook his head, "Not tonight, I'm sorry."
He attempted to stand only for Chris' hand to clamp hard around his wrist, instantly pulling him back to lie on the bed. Randy's eyes widened at the harsh expression over the mans' usual welcoming face. Chris straddled the younger man, his arms pinning Randy down.
"I don't think so. I paid and I plan to get my money's worth like always." His eyes traveled over the other man's body, "and more."
Randy opened his mouth to protest though Chris quickly covered it with his own. The blonds' tongue slid into the warm cavern, lapping up all he could of the man. The brunette struggled though Chris' full weight pressed against him; he had no luck of throwing him off. The blonds' hand traveled to the front of the strapless dress, gripping the fabric to tear the flimsy material away.
Turning his head away, Randy took the chance to breathe. "Chris stop."
Chris chuckled, "Not until I have my way."
Randy closed his eyes as the blond slipped his hand into his boxer. The hand mercilessly stroked the throbbing piece of flesh.
"Well look at that. Looks like you don't want me to stop."
The younger man groaned and Chris slipped the boxers down from under him, his hand still stroked the swollen member. Randy's breath hitched as he tried to gain control of his body. Calm himself. He wanted him to stop, to let him go back home to deal with his other problem, but Chris just wouldn't. He never saw this side of him before. Randy found himself turned, arms still now wrapped with a belt, butt in the air.
"Now for some fun." Chris muttered.
Before Randy could ask what the man was thinking, he felt Chris a finger into his hole. Randy cried out in pain from the harsh intrusion, the action different from their other times. Randy bit down on his bottom lip to stop from crying out, he didn't want this.
"Come on, cry for me." Chris urged, inserting another finger to the man. Randy's teeth dug deeper in the flesh of his lips the cooper taste of his blood reaching his tongue.
The two fingers were pulled out and Randy almost sighed in relief, his body relaxing only to tense as something much larger prodded his entrance.
"Please...don't." He begged.
His pleas fell on deaf ears as Chris pushed forward; a cry tumbled from his lips causing the blond to chuckle. Chris pulled out and harshly back in, his thrusts drawing a cry from the younger man each time. Randy tried to remove his bindings, to do anything to escape from the experience he was having.
"Randy? Randy you in there?"
Chris paused inside him, "Who's that?"
"John!" Randy tried to call though his voice wasn't as strong as he would have liked.
"Randy I'm coming in. Client or not." The doorknob rattled as John tried to open the door. "Damn, it's locked."
John slammed his body against the door over and over again until it finally broke under the pressure. He stumbled through just catching himself in the threshold. His usually calm face changed quickly to poor rage.
"Get the fuck out of him." He growled through clench teeth.
Chris' eyes narrowed though he didn't pull out, "Who the hell are you?"
John stomped forward and reached for the blond, grabbing him by the hair and forcefully pulling him away from Randy. "Someone you should be worrying about." He grunted, his clenched hand instantly rushing forward towards Chris' face. The blond cried from the pain as John punched him again before tossing him to the floor and giving a swift kick to his head.
"Bastard." He spat before turning to look that crumpled form of Randy. John rushed to the bed, turning the naked man onto his back and giving him a once over. Randy's lip was cut and bleeding. His hands still bound tightly by the leather belt.
"Are you ok?"
Randy chuckled, "Just peachy."
"I should have come soon." John stated, working to undo the binding.
"How'd you-"
"You left the address on the table." John replied, hoisting the younger man to his feet. "Come on I'll help you get dressed. I'll treat ya to ice cream or something before we go home."
John sat him down and set about to collect Randy's suit from the bathroom. Randy watched the older man silently, trying to collect his thoughts. His eyes drifted to the prone body of one of his best customers‘...well former customer after this escapade. John returned and sat by Randy's lower body.
"Thank you." Randy muttered as he stepped into his boxers.
John froze, slowly smiling at the younger man before continuing with the task to properly dress him.
End.
Fandom: Wrestling.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Cena/Randy Orton; One-sided Chris Jericho/Randy Orton.
Rating: R/NC-17.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Obviously slash considering the couples. Rape. This is completely AU by the way.
Author Notes: Christmas fic for linearation.Oh god...it got kind of cheesy at the end...sorry about that. Based on the song El Tango De Roxanne from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. (I was listening to it the whole I wrote this.) Read and comment if you would? It would make me feel better ;).
El Tango de Orton
"Where are you going?"
Randy sighed, glancing up from his dress shoes to look up at the man who addressed him. John Cena leaned against the doorframe of the living room, arms crossed, with serious blue eyes. Those blue eyes that would always watch him.
"Out."
John's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean out?"
The younger man finished tying his shoes and stood to his feet. He adjusted the blue tie around his neck looking away from the man's gaze. He knew how much John hated what he did but business was business.
"What do you think? I have a client tonight."
John clicked his tongue and sighed as he ran a hand through his shortened hair, the seriousness in his eyes wilting to be replaced with concern. "Why do you do that shit? I've told you countless times before I don't think it's a great idea to be selling your body."
Randy tensed as he reached for his suit coat, sliding in the first arm. "I need the money."
The older man scolded, "I need the money. I need the money," he repeated. "That's not a good enough excuse as to why you want to sell your fucking body to a stranger."
"He's not a stranger. This is one of my regulars." Randy replied as he shrugged.
"I don't give a fuck. You're selling yourself for money and acting like a goddamn whore."
Randy chuckled half-heartedly, "A whore...that's all I'll ever be right? I've heard it all before. You don't need to repeat yourself Cena. Why do you care anyway? We have nothing special; we’re just roommates. Let me live my life as I want to."
Making sure all the final adjustments were complete, Randy reached for the garment bag he had placed in the closet. He could feel John's eyes on him like every other time he prepared to leave for one of his appointments. The young man gave him a half-hearted wave as he opened the door. John’s hand slammed against the wood to pause the process.
"You know why I care so much?" He asked, his mouth close to the other man's ear, "I care because I love you."
Randy stiffened a moment, glaring into collected blue eyes before scoffing. "Sure, I need to go. Let go of the door."
John sighed but did as he was asked, lifting his hand from to door to allow Randy his escape.
-X-
"Enjoying the wine?"
Randy glanced up from his wineglass at the blonde sitting cross-legged on the bed, his own wine glass between his fingers. The man nodded.
"It's perfect like always Chris."
Chris grinned, "I'm glad. You seem out of focus tonight."
The young man shrugged, "It's nothing. Something I have to deal with." He wasn't in the mood to share his problem with this particular client.
"A problem huh?" Chris laughed, setting his glass down and motioning for the man, "come here."
Like always, Randy followed the orders proposed to him though he did so robotically. For a moment he thought Chris' eyes had narrowed. He shook his head and settled onto the blonde's lap, his arms automatically wrapping around Chris' neck.
"Hmm...You’re stiff." Chris commented, running a hand down Randy's back. "We'll fix that."
The younger man shivered as the blonds' lips attacked the outer shell of his ear. Chris' hand continued to travel over the expense of his warm body, touching anything and everything. This was what he did and yet he was as into it as normal. As Chris' lips came to his, Randy couldn't get John's words out of his mind.
"I care because I love you."
Over and over the words repeated in his mind, John's sincere expression as clear as day in his minds eye. Why the hell did he have to say it? Especially when he had a job to do? His mind was so wrapped up in the thoughts he had momentarily forgotten he was in Chris' arms until he heard the sound of the zipper from the dress he had slipped on the moment he had arrived.
"Wait..." Randy muttered over Chris' lips, his hands coming up to push the older man back.
Chris glanced up at the man in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"I can't." He blurted without thinking.
The blonds' eyes narrowed, "You can't?"
Randy shook his head, "Not tonight, I'm sorry."
He attempted to stand only for Chris' hand to clamp hard around his wrist, instantly pulling him back to lie on the bed. Randy's eyes widened at the harsh expression over the mans' usual welcoming face. Chris straddled the younger man, his arms pinning Randy down.
"I don't think so. I paid and I plan to get my money's worth like always." His eyes traveled over the other man's body, "and more."
Randy opened his mouth to protest though Chris quickly covered it with his own. The blonds' tongue slid into the warm cavern, lapping up all he could of the man. The brunette struggled though Chris' full weight pressed against him; he had no luck of throwing him off. The blonds' hand traveled to the front of the strapless dress, gripping the fabric to tear the flimsy material away.
Turning his head away, Randy took the chance to breathe. "Chris stop."
Chris chuckled, "Not until I have my way."
Randy closed his eyes as the blond slipped his hand into his boxer. The hand mercilessly stroked the throbbing piece of flesh.
"Well look at that. Looks like you don't want me to stop."
The younger man groaned and Chris slipped the boxers down from under him, his hand still stroked the swollen member. Randy's breath hitched as he tried to gain control of his body. Calm himself. He wanted him to stop, to let him go back home to deal with his other problem, but Chris just wouldn't. He never saw this side of him before. Randy found himself turned, arms still now wrapped with a belt, butt in the air.
"Now for some fun." Chris muttered.
Before Randy could ask what the man was thinking, he felt Chris a finger into his hole. Randy cried out in pain from the harsh intrusion, the action different from their other times. Randy bit down on his bottom lip to stop from crying out, he didn't want this.
"Come on, cry for me." Chris urged, inserting another finger to the man. Randy's teeth dug deeper in the flesh of his lips the cooper taste of his blood reaching his tongue.
The two fingers were pulled out and Randy almost sighed in relief, his body relaxing only to tense as something much larger prodded his entrance.
"Please...don't." He begged.
His pleas fell on deaf ears as Chris pushed forward; a cry tumbled from his lips causing the blond to chuckle. Chris pulled out and harshly back in, his thrusts drawing a cry from the younger man each time. Randy tried to remove his bindings, to do anything to escape from the experience he was having.
"Randy? Randy you in there?"
Chris paused inside him, "Who's that?"
"John!" Randy tried to call though his voice wasn't as strong as he would have liked.
"Randy I'm coming in. Client or not." The doorknob rattled as John tried to open the door. "Damn, it's locked."
John slammed his body against the door over and over again until it finally broke under the pressure. He stumbled through just catching himself in the threshold. His usually calm face changed quickly to poor rage.
"Get the fuck out of him." He growled through clench teeth.
Chris' eyes narrowed though he didn't pull out, "Who the hell are you?"
John stomped forward and reached for the blond, grabbing him by the hair and forcefully pulling him away from Randy. "Someone you should be worrying about." He grunted, his clenched hand instantly rushing forward towards Chris' face. The blond cried from the pain as John punched him again before tossing him to the floor and giving a swift kick to his head.
"Bastard." He spat before turning to look that crumpled form of Randy. John rushed to the bed, turning the naked man onto his back and giving him a once over. Randy's lip was cut and bleeding. His hands still bound tightly by the leather belt.
"Are you ok?"
Randy chuckled, "Just peachy."
"I should have come soon." John stated, working to undo the binding.
"How'd you-"
"You left the address on the table." John replied, hoisting the younger man to his feet. "Come on I'll help you get dressed. I'll treat ya to ice cream or something before we go home."
John sat him down and set about to collect Randy's suit from the bathroom. Randy watched the older man silently, trying to collect his thoughts. His eyes drifted to the prone body of one of his best customers‘...well former customer after this escapade. John returned and sat by Randy's lower body.
"Thank you." Randy muttered as he stepped into his boxers.
John froze, slowly smiling at the younger man before continuing with the task to properly dress him.
End.