Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest, Tedunk
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC

Thankfully, Summerslam went off without much of a hitch. Bets were made, Miz right there in the middle of it all, and matches were had. Jack found himself in a match with MVP, which he lost by a narrow margin. Seriously, he was damn close, but it just didn't work out for him.

But afterwards, with a nice long make-out session from his lover, he forgot all about it.

There was one backstage confrontation though, and it kind of outed a secret relationship. Though in storyline, he made this huge Jeff-bashing speech. It was kind of funny…expect to Matt. Halfway through, the darker Hardy had decided he'd had enough. Punk looked up from his live interview long enough to see the man charging at him, stuttering through his words for a moment.

"This…this den of inequity known as Hollywood" Phil stopped in his speech, ready to be tackled at any moment. Off camera, no one saw the reason he paused, nor did they see the reason his words got a bit quicker and his sentences more spaced out.

Jeff was behind his brother, begging him in hushed whispers to calm down. Neither of the Hardy's saw Ted shoot down the hall, immediately tackling Matt and pinning him roughly against the wall.

"Let me go, kid" Matt growled loudly "I will kick yer ass."

"You shut the fuck up and keep face" Ted hissed lowly "It's a Goddamn storyline, Hardy, so cam down already. We are runnin' a show here."

By the time Matt broke the young blonde's grip, the interview was already over. Though Phil and Jeff exchanged heated looks, each of them grabbed their lover's wrists.

"Matty, stop" Jeff pleaded, pulling the darker haired man away.

"Thanks, Teddy" Phil brought the boy's back to his front, wrapping an arm across his torso and laying his hand over his heart. He brought his younger lover backwards, hoping to get them out of the dark Hardy's warpath. Nothing scared him worse than Matt Hardy, except maybe…Undertaker.

"You realize he was gonna jump ya?" Ted drawled angrily, glaring at the older man "He was gonna take you down right on live TV!"

"Shhh, Teddy, love" Phil whispered in his ear, a note of desperation in his voice "Let's go."

They disappeared down the hall, leaving the Hardys alone.

"Ya happy?" Jeff inquired, looking a bit agitated.

"Jeff, I - ugh" Matt groaned in frustration when his brother gave him that look "You know he's been gunning for you! I can't just stand by while he tears down your reputation."

"It doesn't matter" Jeff brought his brother into his arms, kissing him with pierced lips "You know all we have in this business is each other, and I'm not going to lose you just because you get a little hot-headed. I've got a match with him later and I can fight my own battles."

Matt reluctantly agreed.

Jeff chuckled lightly, kissing him again, "And they say I'm the impulsive one."

-WwE-

Jack watched the DX vs. Legacy match very closely, knowing he'd be needed eventually if he wanted to keep his promise to help his boys.

//Ha-ha…my boys. Better not let Randy hear me say that.//

The match went on, Ted holding his own. But when Cody got in there, he couldn't help himself. He got himself between Shawn and Hunter, the older of the two behind the ropes. He looked between them, snarled, then turned and slapped Michaels as hard as he could in the face as a call out.

Evan, who was also watching while icing Jericho's shoulder, smiled secretly.

"Good for the kid" Chris stated "Hope he kicks his ass, the sorry bastard."

"Agreed."

Well, it didn't exactly go like that. Ted and Cody held their own, but they were slowly but surely getting beat. They had the upper hand a few times, but it wasn't anything solid. Nearly halfway through, Cody attempted a high-flying elbow drop (a HBK move.) He failed and dropped painfully to the pat, usually supple body writhing in pain.

The moment Randy saw his boy's blood his vision went red, the bright red on Cody's lips signaling it had gone too far (for him, at least.) He hunted Jack down, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded that he fix this right now.

"Go out there and help them" Randy shoved the blonde towards the door, the boy obeyed "And if one more drop of Cody's blood touches the mat, I'm coming after you!"

-WwE-

Jack did run out there to help, in his street clothes and all, but he got halfway down the ramp before Michaels delivered a Sweet Chin Music and Cody was pinned for the DX win. The blonde groaned in defeat, hating himself for not getting out there sooner. Him and half this fucking arena thought Legacy had the win, but it just wasn't there day.

Jack hurried to ringside, sliding in and shoving Michaels roughly off his friend. The older man rolled to his knees, grinning lecherously.

"Hands off" Jack hissed, bitter as he felt the defeat like it was his own. He gently pulled a groaning, aching Cody out of the ring. He pulled the younger man down to his feet, letting him use his body for support.

"You ok?" Jack inquired, pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket and letting the other wipe the blood from his mouth.

"This shit sucks" Cody grumbled, hissing when he tried to walk by himself.

"Come on, let's go" Jack took back the cloth, looking up to see Ted limping toward them. He reached out to his fellow blonde, resting his hand on his shoulder. "How 'bout you? You ok?"

Ted nodded dejectedly, looking Cody over, "Ready for the walk of shame, Baby-boy?"

Cody sighed, but it was one of agreement.

While DX celebrated their win the ring, the three of them made their way up the ramp.

Together.

-WwE-

Cena knew he didn't even have an hour left before he had to get out there and fight with Randy -again- but he knew there was something he had to do before he went out there. It took him at least ten minutes to find the right locker room, but he did. Armed with his chosen weapons, John slipped inside. Christian was oblivious to his presence, struggling with the laces on his boots and facing away from the younger man.

Christian's duffle bag was lying open in a chair by the door, contents nearly spilling out. John reached in, carefully removing the man's hair gel. Biting on his tongue, John pulled out the small tube he'd brought from the hotel, gently twisting open Jay's gel to reveal the gaping mouth. He poured some of the contents of his small tube inside, and once it was empty he put the cap back on.

He shook it firmly, then tossed it back into the bag.

"Sup Jason?" John strolled in, startling the blonde. Christian stood up straight, whirling around to see the bigger man standing there. He scowled, obviously not amused.

"What the hell do you want?" Jay snapped "Are you here to get all alpha male on me because I tried to have a go with Jack? Well, if you didn't know already, I didn't get anywhere. I took my knocks from Orton, so you can fuck off."

John approached him smiling, laughing it off, "Oh Jay…silly, silly Jay. You act like…"

He trailed off, face going stony as he snatched the blonde off his feet by the neck and easily slammed him into the wall, "…I'm not going to hurt you."

"You hit me even once, and I'll go straight to Vince!" Jason snarled "He doesn't like his stars beaten up before their matches."

"Stay the hell away from Jack, you hear me?" John stated firmly "If I catch you in five feet of him, I will destroy you."

Sad thing was, Jason actually believed him.

"Fine, God" Christian shoved him away, scuffling away towards the corner "He's not that hot anyways."

//If only he knew// John backed away, smirking.

"As long as we're understood."

John left the room with a satisfied feeling in his heart, he couldn't wait until Christian used his hair gel.

As he passed a trashcan, John tossed the empty tube of super glue away.

-WwE-

As usual, Jack and Cody found a TV to themselves and watched their lovers fight. They were both in a fresh set of street clothes, Swagger had complained that Ted got sweat all over his other pair. The brunette was favoring his shoulder at the moment, rubbing it almost absently as he kept his eyes on the screen.

Only a few minutes in Cody was grinning while Jack was complaining, "He's just toying with him now."

"That's how Randy wrestles" Cody explained, trying not to sound too arrogant "He plays with his prey."

"…Legacy is made of sick, sick people. You all are really criminally insane, I hope you know that."

"Noted."

A while later, they both winced when Randy caught his mouth hard. Cody wet his own lips, the cut he'd gotten in the match aching just inside his lower lip.

Jack nudged him, "Is it me or is Randy pissed because he can taste his own blood in his mouth?"

"It's not just you."

The fight went on, and they found that they both uttered more than once the phrase, "Could you tell your boyfriend to get his head out of my boyfriend's crotch?"

"You know, it's weird" Jack said "Before I got with John or knew about you and Randy…I just assumed they were together. They've got this serious chemistry going on."

Cody couldn't deny this.

The match was intense for both of them, both jumping up and down at one point or another. Orton got named the victor not once, twice, but three times.

Jack couldn't help himself, "If Randy would just concentrate on the match as much as he did on keeping his title-"

"Do not even start with me" Cody snapped, shoving the blonde "I will kick your ass right here."

Jack relented.

Randy got caught in a STF-U, and John had it locked. Just when they both thought Randy was going to tap, just when hope for Orton was lost and Cody was going to kick Jack in the shin for the hell of it, something happened. A fan jumped from the stands, a young thing too, a guy a white shirt and jeans. Brown hair, nothing special. The cameras didn't get a good look at his face, and it didn't look like John did either. Randy had darted out of the ring, he was against the fan wall wondering just what had freed him.

"Was that Ted?" Jack asked, squinting at the screen as the man was led away.

"No" Cody replied, just as confused "That guy was younger, kind of smaller. I think…nah, I have no idea who that was."

They didn't really have that much time to contemplate, because the match was quickly restarted. Neither could get their thoughts together before Randy had snapped John's neck off the rope, then lunged and caught him in an RKO. Randy pinned him for the win, winning legally.

That term was used lightly.

-WwE-

Ted caught the security guys before they had dragged the intruder off to the squad car outside, stepping in front of him and holding out his hands.

"Sorry if you didn't get the memo guys" Ted gave them his most charming smile "But that was all on script, I promise. I worked the angle out with Shane McMahon myself, but it was kind of last minute. The shift before you were told, I didn't think it through much."

The two large men in the security uniforms exchanged looks, both knowing how these wrestling things could easily get out of hand, "Are you sure, Mr. DiBiase? He jumped over the fan wall, he didn't come out of the entrances. He came straight from a seat."

"Yeah, I sat him up there" Ted gestured in a 'hand him over' way "Come on, we've got an interview."

They still seemed unsure.

"It's ok, guys" Ted stepped closer, grabbing the chin of their pathetic handcuffed prisoner and gazing into those pleading chocolate eyes "He's my little brother."

At this, they could see the resemblances. One of the guards unlocked the cuffs, both releasing the boy. Ted gave them both a grateful smile and a polite thank you, leading the boy away. The walk was long and quiet all the way back to Legacy's locker room. Brett kept his eyes down on the floor, letting his older brother take him inside and shut the door to the rest of the world.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Ted barked, shoving his brother and pinning him against the wall by his shoulder "If I hadn't recognized you, do you know where you'd be? In jail, Brett! None of that was planned! When you asked me for a front row ticket, what did you say?"

Brett bit his lip, looking away.

Ted was getting frustrated, "Brett Michael DiBiase, you will look at me and you will repeat what you said you said to your big brother."

"I said that I wanted a close seat so I could cheer you on during your match" Brett replied meekly, then quickened his words "But I can explain! I did watch and cheer for you, Teddy, but during Randy's match…I got so frustrated! I knew I could help you - help Legacy - if I jumped in and helped Randy out."

"You can't just jump into a ring!" Ted gestured outward "They arrest people for shit like that. Now I have to pull off some kind of story if I'm asked. And if I recognized you, then you sure as hell know Vince McMahon saw you."

Brett gulped, "He watches?"

"He's always watching" Ted huffed "I'd say I'll protect you, but I don't know how Randy's going to react."

Brett kind of smiled at this, "Maybe he won't react badly at all."

Ted pursed his lips, "Brett, what else did you say to me?"

Brett tisked, showing signs that they had done this dance at least a dozen times before, "That I would stop chasing Randy Orton like a…a…"

"Like a ring rat" Ted stated firmly "That's how you're acting, Brett. You've been chasing after him like any other common ring rat. He's hot, I get that ok? But he loves Cody, and I don't want you anywhere near either of them while you've still got these ridiculous notions in your head."

Brett all but pouted, crossing his arms, "Don't be like this, Teddy."

"Be like what?" the blonde stepped closer, lowering his voice "It's bad enough I know about your crush, but do you know what makes it worse? Cody knows."

Brett paled, "W-What?"

"Yeah, he knows" Ted pulled a face, thinking of his best friend's temper "And if he ever figures out it was you out there, he's going to take that as a move on his territory."

"I can handle myself" Brett replied, looking down at his strong arms.

"You're twenty-one, you can barely drink" Ted grabbed his brother by the shoulders, resisting the urge to shake him "For the love of God and all that is holy, you cannot win this fight. Back off now while you're behind."

On cue, the door burst open and Randy stormed inside. It snapped shut behind him, the belt getting tossed onto the nearest bench.

"Who the hell was that?" Randy fumed, emotions being torn between rage and ecstasy. He looked between them both, barely recognizing Brett.

"Wait, Brett?" Randy paused, the boy nodded "Was it you out there?"

Brett nodded sheepishly, "I shouldn't have done that, Randy, but-"

"Don't you ever do something so stupid again, Brett!" Randy charged at him, getting up into his personal space "That was reckless. This is not FCW, the ring is a dangerous place to be for someone who doesn't know what's going on. Cena could've easily crushed your head on reflex. Did you even think it through before you just did it?"

Brett shook his head, answering honestly.

"Are you gonna do it again?"

Brett shook his head no this time.

"Good" Randy's lips slowly quirked up, mood lightening "Now come here."

Brett stepped forward, yelping as he was taken in a mighty hug that took him off his feet. The Viper took him in a fierce hug just the wrong moment, right when Cody pushed open the door and stepped inside. Shock flooded his features, then rage when Randy smacked a kiss onto Brett's forehead.

"Hey!"

Randy immediately dropped Brett, giving his lover a sheepish smile, "Hey, Codes."

"You, bitch, come here!" Cody barked, pointing towards Brett. The young DiBiase's chest swelled in response, not one to be intimidated. He walked over, only to gasp as his arm was taken in a steel-like grip and shoved outside.

Cody followed, lips curled up in a snarl. He waited until he slammed the door shut behind him before he started screaming at the younger man.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Cody pushed Brett hard, smacking the younger man against the wall "You think this is funny? That you're being cute? I thought it was clear you were supposed to stay the fuck away from Randy."

"Give me one reason" Brett dared, wetting his lips smugly "Afraid of a little competition? You may be thought of as the best piece of ass on this roster, but I'm building a bit of a legacy myself. Why shouldn't I show Randy what I'm made of?"

"And what's that? Cheap shots and jealousy issues?" Cody snarked, not one to keep his tongue held when it came to defending his relationship "Stay away from Randy."

Brett went to protest again, but he saw the older man's fist clench and knew he needed to quit.

"Fine" Brett whispered, tone deadly "But let's see how strong you are in two weeks."

With that ominous message, the youngest DiBiase got the hell out of there.

Cody watched him go with a frown, wondering just the hell he meant by that. Behind him, the door opened up tentatively and Randy poked his head through.

"You know I didn't-"

"He's nothing" Cody shoved the door open, pressing flush up against his lover. Randy was startled by this sudden forwardness, but he grinned and put his hands on his baby's hips. Plush lips captured his own in a hot kiss, one that made his head spin. The Viper was backed up like prey, gasping sharply when his back stung against the lockers.

Ted silently left, deciding that the lovers needed time to themselves, //Phil will let me shower with him.//

Randy brought the boy into his body harder, moaning lowly, "Mine."

Cody nodded, breaking the kiss briefly, "Yours."

//Mine// he added silently.

The thought of what was to come in two weeks faded from his mind.

Damn, that took me too long to write that. Two more chapters, maybe three, then I swear I'm done. I'm so sorry to anyone who read this and got pissed because I never finished. I'll finish it, I swear.