Hard To Get

Randy Orton was hard to get.

In many ways, that was true. He was hard to get into bed. He was hard to get in business with. He was hard to get a relationship of any kind with, really. But most of all, he was hard to get into jail.

Just ask Carter Lacroix. Randy has spent a good ten years minimum playing with him. And he planned on playing with him until the day one or both of them died.

You see, Randy was the head of a large and influential mob family. He was also a PIMP. So most of the things he did in life were illegal. And he was so good, there was never any evidence that could get Randy arrested for whatever murders he got tied to. But, of course, he hadn't always been this good. It took time, practice. Something Randy was grateful he had, his friend and him being like this from a young age.

Randy was currently in his large house, doign some paperwork that had to be done for one of his clubs in Vegas.

"I swear, Vegas is so much more work than it's worth," he mumbled as he filled out a form. He was halfway through the paperwork when there was a knock at his door. "Enter," he said.

"Carter Lacroix is here," his long-time best friend, John Cena, told him.

Randy smirked and leaned back, closing the book of paperwork. "Send him in," he said lightly. Ah, this was gonna be fun.

There were two things that Carter Lacroix had swore to do before he died. The second thing he swore to do before he died was to get married and raise a family. The first and foremost thing that he swore to do was find some way to get mob boss Randy Orton into prison. He KNEW that Orton had commited murders, thefts, anything illegal that you could name. But none of the evidence, none of it at all pointed towards Orton. He cursed it.

Dressed in his best suit, Carter had decided to pay a visit to Randal Kieth Orton. He had a briefcase full of papers, papers about different crimes that he knew were connected to the Orton family. He entered the room, looking down on Randy. "Mr. Orton, I presume you know who I am."

Randy smiled smugly at Carter. "I know exactly who you are, Carter. Sit, please," he said, motioning to the chair opposite him. "What have you come to discuss?" he asked, crossing his arms as his eyes scanned the body of the other man. It was obvious this man was confident and proud of what he did... For now. Randy could bring him to the darkside. Randy could bring anyone to the dark side.

Carter handed him a briefcase full of papers, "You might want to go over these. I KNOW you had something to do with it..."

Randy took the briefcase, an eyebrow raised. "Do you, now?" he asked, setiing dowthe briefcase and looking at Carter. "And just how do you know that?"

"I'm a hell of a cop," Carter sneered. Randy didn't know that he had no proof that Randy had anything to do with any of these things.

"I'm sure you are. But, my dear sir, if you had even the slightest bit of proof that I had something to do with these crimes, you would have a warrant and you would be arresting me right now. Not showing me what you think it is that I have done," Randy said. "You've been chasing after me for ten years, Carter. I know how you work. The moment you had something against me, you'd have me arrested."

Carter narrowed his eyes, "I know you did it. I don't know which one of your boys you have clean up after you but I know you did it. I'll get my proof to." his voice was low, full of hatred.

Randy smiled and stood. He walked the few steps to Carter and stood behind him. "Don't you ever get tired of needing proof to do what you do? Wouldn't you just rather," he paused. "do it?" he whispered in his ear. "The power," he started as he began to walk around Carter. "Is like nothing you've felt before. The pleasure. The money. The pull. Everything. Isn't it," he paused again, behind Carter. "Alluring?" he whispered in his other ear, trailing a finger down the man's back.

Carter shivered as he felt Randy's hot breath on his ear and his fingers on his back. The power wasn't alluring but the feelings that he was sending through Carter excited him. He stood up, turning to face Randy. "I am NOT a crooked cop."

"You say that because you've never tasted it. But I can assure you, Mr. Lacroix," Randy said, running his hand down Carter's chest. "The power that I could give you would match the pleasure I could make you feel," he whispered, his breath hitting Carter's lips, their faces mere inches apart as he gently squeezed Carter's groin.

Carter's breath hitched in his throat. Most cops had secrets and he was no different. He liked men, dominating men. And then an idea hit him. What better way to take Orton down, than from the inside. "Fine...fine..."

Randy raised an eyebrow. He had expected Carter to give in, but not nearly this quickly. He smiled. He knew that Carter was going to try and get him somehow. But until then... "Great. Now, what do you say..." He looked around before whispering in Carter's ear. "... We take this deal somewhere more provate?"

Carter nodded, letting his sin take control of him. At least for right now. "We can do that..."

Randy smirked, taking Carter by the belt and leading him to his room. He pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him roughly. Carter may want to try and get him thrown in jail right now, but soon enough, he won't care in the least bit.

Carter propped up on his elbows, kissing him hotly. There were so many hormones running through his body that he didn't know what was happeneing.

Randy slowly stripped off their clothes, smirking internally. Carter was making this far too easy, giving into his body's desires. "I'm going to fuck you into oblivion," he whispered in his ear before attacking his neck with nips and kisses.

Carter hissed in pleasure, wrapping his arms around Randy's neck. This was...he had never felt such intense feelings in his entire life.

Randy smirked. "You need to be stretched out, big boy?" he asked lowly and seductively.

Carter laughed, "Oh, I'm already stretched out babe."

"Good," Randy said, lining up with Carter's entrance and plunging in balls deep, groaning at the tight heat that enveloped him. "Shit," he moaned, gripping Carter's hips.

Carter let out a sharp groan at the intrusion of his body but let it happen. "Yeh...yeh didn't think I'd be so tight?"

Randy chuckled. "You're a dom like me. I knew you'd be tight," he said as he pushed in the rest of the way. "I just didn't know you'd be this tight."

"I...I ain't a sub..." Carter softly said.

"I know you aren't. But to me, ya are, unless I feel like letting you dominate," Randy said, setting a slow pace, knowing that it'll send the same amount of feelings as a fast one. "Let me make you feel good, and relax."