Never Gonna Give You Up

Wade sat at his bar stool. Glass of whiskey in front of him untouched. He wasn't going to get drunk and mess up this chance.
He watched Mike on the dance floor, eyes fixated on the way the alcohol touched his lips. Watching as he chugged drink after drink after drink. A wry smile worked it's way onto his face. One more drink should be enough, then he'd get him alone.

Mike gigged as he was served another drink. He loved to dance and he loved Bud light. Mike grined as he sipped his drink and John came around ginding on him as he was dancing.

Wade watched carefully as Mike walked to the men's room.
He quickly walked in after him. He peeked under the stalls. They were all empty. He swiftly grabbed Mike from behind and shoved him in the largest stall. Locking it behind them.

"Hey!" Mike thrashed, "Get the fuck offa me!" He tried again and again to get away.

"Keep quiet and this will be over before you know it." Wade whispered, quickly unbuttoning his pants.

"Wade? What in thehell areyou doing?!" Mike asked in a highly pissed off voice.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Wade asked, letting his pants fall to his ankles. He needed to be quick before someone came in. He then tore down Mike's jeans.

"W-Wait a minute Wade! Y-You can't do this! "Help!!!!! Rape!!!!!!" Mike began to scream at the top of his lungs.

Wade rolled his eyes and clamped a hand tightly over Mike's mouth. With the other hand he took off both of their boxers.

Mike bit Wade's hand as hard as he could. He was not letting this happen without a fight.

"Fuck." He muttered shaking his hand. He struck Mike hard in the back of the head, recovering his mouth as he forced his cock into Mike.

That hit to the back of the head knocked him silly, he could already feel the bruise forming but soon a greater pain came opon him. It was so horrible and he knew what it was and the thought of it made him sick.

Wade smirked as he began ramming in and out of Mike. He began sucking on his neck.

Tears poured down Mike's cheeks. This was his first time with a man and Wade was taking it, the bastard.

Wade simply kept thrusting until he came, filling Mike to the brim. He smirked and stood up, sliding up his pants. He winked at Mike, stepping on his chest as he walked out the door. He left Mike in a heap in the center of the floor.

Mike cried out as Wade steped on him. He lay on the floor, his chest starting to turn purple, his forehead black and blue, his abused hole ozzing with cum and blood.

About a half hour later Alex Riley stepped into the bathroom. His mentor had gone in a while ago and hadn't come back. He checked all the stalls and his eyes widened when he came to the last one.
"Mike! What happened to you!?" It was a bit awkward seeing his mentor naked but he had to help him.

Mike blinked up at the figure, he didn't know who it was and he didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone. "G-Go away."

"It's Alex, Mike. C'mon let's get you cleaned up." He extended a hand.

Mike took the offered hand and got up.

3 Weeks later
"Im what!"
The doctor blinked at Mike.
"Pregnant,your pregnant."
Mike busted out of the doctors in a flourish of curswords and obceane gestures.

Wade had pretty much completely forgotten about the night. He'd been attracted to Mike, so he took what he wanted. End of story.

The rest of the Nexus were gossipng about how Mike was pregnant and how weird it was. They wanted to know who the daddy was.

Wade began to panic. The child wasn't his was it? No it couldn't be. He didn't have a reason why it couldn't be. It just couldn't. He walked over to Mike's locker room after the one show.

Mike was throwing up. He had gotten tests done and the child was Wade's. He was sick.

"Mike?" Wade called nervously, knocking on the door.