Don't You Wanna Stay?

Randy panted as he slumped against the bed. He knew that he came too quickly, but again, he was sensitive to touch. And he was sure that he wasnt bleeding because it took more than rough sex to make him bleed but he knew that Adam probly hit his pleasure pocket (stupid name but cant think of anything else right now) and that releases liquid that looks like human blood. His blood was sliver, like his wings.

Adam panted for a couple seconds before he got off the bed, standing up and fixing his cloths. "Well, you not the worse I ever had. Though you really should work on lasting a bit longer." He said as he buttoned up his pants. "Well, it's been fun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be." He said bluntly.

Randy looked at him. "Don't... Don't you wanna stay?" he asked, then instantly felt foolish. Adam would never want to stay with him. That was a stupid thought.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Look Randal, you were a good fuck. A good lay. You might not have lasted, but you were... okay. Not enough to make me stay though." He said, lighting a cigarette. "My project better be done by tomorrow." Was the last thing he said before he walked out of Randy's room.

Randy sighed and cleaned up. He put on some new pants and then he sat on the floor with a poster and made a timeline of World War II. He looked at them time when he finished. 2am. He sighed and put everything away, laying in his bed. He tried to sleep but knowing what had happened, he couldn't. He sighed and slipped out of the window, spreading his wings and flying faster than he had in a while. Tears pricked his eyes and his vision blurred. Right now, flying was a dangerous idea.

Adam was sitting on the beach, smoking his cigarette. He felt a little bad about leaving Randy, but he was over it. Randy was a good lay, nothing more. He'd be on to the next lay tomorrow. He looked at the sky, seeing something flying but shook it off and smoke his cigarette.

Randy started getting tired and his eyelids were heavy. He turned around and started to fly back. He was almost back when we just couldn't fly anymore. He passed out, his wings retracting and he fell to the ground.

Adam frowned when he saw something fall out of the sky. He phased and ran there in seconds. He phased back kneeling down to see it saw it was Randy. "Hey twinkle toes, you okay?" He asked.

Randy couldn't answer because he was passed out. He wasn't breathing, because that's what happened when he passed out or slept. He would be fine in about 8 hours when he got sufficient sleep, but Adam didn't know that.

Adam raised a brow. "Ah fuck." He grumbled and scooped Randy up, carrying him bridal style. He carried him to his room, sure that he was asleep, too annoyed that he had to do this to check if he was breathing. He laid Randy on the bed before sitting in a chair, deciding to stay just to make sure he would wake up okay.

Randy woke about eight and a half hours later, feeling better. He yawned and stretched, looking around. He jumped when he saw Adam.

Adam, who was smoking again, looked at Randy. "Good to know that your alive. You fell outta the sky. Now that I know your okay, I'll be leaving now." He said, getting and heading to the door.

Randy didn't say anything this time. He just watched him leave. It made his chest ache, but to say anything would just humiliate him and hurt him even more.

Adam didn't really care how Randy felt. He bragged to everybody how he fucked Randy Orton, and made him cum over five times. And within an hour, the entire academy knew that Adam Copeland fucked Randy Orton... and Randy couldn't even last. Probably a mean way to humiliate Randy, but since when did Adam give a fuck if he hurt anybody but himself?

Randy couldn't care less what people thought about him. Except Adam. It hurt him that Adam told everybody that. He spent most of the day on a cliff over looking the ocean, his legs dangling off. He sighed as he watched the sunset.

At the end of the day, Adam phased into wolf form and was going to his usual cliff. He growled when he saw Randy in his spot. He roared, his sharp canines bared, though he doubted Randy was scared.

Randy didn't even look back. He could smell Adam. He didn't know why he was mad and honestly he didn't care.

Adam moved forward and pushed Randy off the cliff, knowing he'd fly up anyway. He just huffed and sat down in his usual spot where Randy was sitting, his head resting on his paws and his eyes closed.

Randy's wings spread behind him and he flew up, going on the other side of Adam. "Ya know, I could kick you off the cliff and you wouldn't be able to do shit about it," he said.

Adam phased back to talk. "Please. I'd heal within milliseconds." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "No go away and leave me alone." He snapped.

"You're a dick, ya know? All you care about is yourself and you couldn't care less who you hurt on your rise to the top. One day, you aren't going to have any real friends and you're going to be so lonely, you'll wish you were dead. Think of me on that day. Because I'll be better off than you and your pride," Randy said before flying away.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Angels..." He muttered. But he knew Randy was right. Adam phased back into wolf, and cried at the moon again, earning the orchestra of howls form other lone wolves in return. He howled his soul out, so much so the entire academy could hear, and they all felt sympathetic for the lonely wolf. He stood on his hind legs as he cried at the moon, pleading for it to give him something to live for.

Randy didn't care at this point. Adam had hurt him so badly that he deserved to be lonely. He flew back to his room, retracting his wings and climbing onto his bed. He curled into a ball and closed his eyes.

Adam walked back to his room. With every step, he felt more guilty about hurting Randy. He knew he was right... One day he would end up so lonely he'd want to kill himself... though he was already at that point. He had to find a way to make it up to Randy. He never felt this way before. He should have broken someone els's heart by now. But he was stuck on Randy... like an Alpha finding his mate.

Randy laid in bed, wishing Adam would come see him but wishing that Adam would just die. He felt a connection, which happens when an angel mates with something other than an angel. But he was so hurt.