Title: Snake Mate

Pairing: Josh Mathews/Randy Orton, mentions of Punkicho

Summary: No one ever noticed shy, clumsy Josh…unless to make fun of him. So when little surprises start appearing randomly…it's just a prank right?

Rating: Hmm…I think it's still a T….maybe a mild and aware T :p

Warning: swearing, bdsm, bullying, obvi tis slash!…hmm, tis it ….I think…

Disclaimer: Check first chapter! :P

AN: Hey all, tis I: tinker…welp this is it, what you've all been waiting for my next chp. I really feel sorta….hmm…off about this one, it's a love-hate type of thing….it feels forced so it might be a ton of crap but, as always I put my faith into you guys as my amazing readers to tell me the truth about what you think so I can do better…enough about my mindless rambling, here it is. :] OH! It might also might be in your best interest to read my AN at the end of this chp.

After arriving at the airport, I looked for the designated waiting area for the wrestlers. I immediately sat in the first seat I saw and scouted for any signs of Brie or John. When I didn't see them after about five minutes, I pulled out my copy of The Hunger Games -my absolute favorite- my copy isn't new or shiny, but I loved it all the same. I became so entranced I failed to notice a dark shadow of doom enclosing me. *Bam!* Down went my book, "What the F…?" I looked up from my empty hands to see John standing above me with a cruel smirk on his face.

"Oops! My bad."

"What do you want John?" –What the fuck? I'm tired and ready to go to the hotel…-

"Oh nothing…Lassie." He started to snicker.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You know the dog?" He said like it was obvious.

"So you're calling me a dog…why?" I started to get annoyed. –Why couldn't he just go away?-

"Well since you're a bitch now, I thought I'd give you a bitch name." He said this with a sort of exasperation and gave me a look that I guess was supposed to be smug, but he just looked constipated.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm talking about that…" He was pointing at something. It dawned on me; He was pointing and talking about my collar. Dread started to fill within me. My beautiful collar, my gift which brought me so much pride and elation was now becoming a source of my torment. My face must have given away my inner turmoil because John started to laugh. My eyes started to water, John was laughing so loud people were starting to notice. I heard another voice ask what was going on, and then they started to laugh as well.

-Here I am crying like a child and all anyone is doing is laughing…I hate my life, it's always the same, something brings me joy and here comes a dark cloud to rain all over it. Why me?- Suddenly they all stopped laughing, I looked up and saw that Chris had also taken notice of the scene and came to see what was happening. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, Chris wasn't one of my bullies. In fact, since I'm good friends with Phil and they're dating...were like friends by association. They Parted like the Red Sea as Chris walked closer to me. "What's so funny?"

"Josh's new bitch collar," someone shouted and the whole group dissolved in laughter again. He gave me a confused look and asked what they meant. John made a grab for my collar but I moved before he could tarnish it further with his touch. When I moved my collar caught the sunlight and Chris understood what John meant.

For a moment Chris's facial expression was unreadable, then he suddenly broke into mocking laughter. The group, thinking he was laughing with them, started laughing again. As tears started to well up in my eyes, Chris stopped and yelled "You Stupid Assclowns!"

John looking indignant asked "What do you mean stupid?"

"That's all you got out of that…I called you stupid?" Chris asked dryly with a sarcastic smirk. "Look stupid, this isn't a dog collar…it's a mating claim." He went on to explain.

"A what?" asked Jomo

"A Mating claim, meaning he is marked as a hunted sub…"

"Hunted?" someone else asked

"Okay, for those with smaller brains…which are all of you….it's a sign of courtship. The damn thing even says serpent d'eau," as soon as he said this I noticed Maryse in the crowd; her eyes narrowing suspiciously, so I assumed what Chris said was French.

"Serpent d'eau? What does that even mean?" someone else asked

"None of your damn Business…plus, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to."

"Wh..why?" I whimpered unconsciously

He turned to me with a serious expression and said, "Not only would Phil skin me alive for meddling, but it's something you have to figure out on your own. It's a part of the hunt. The dominant leaves his mark claiming you, and you as his future submissive have to search out the meaning and the dominant yourself. It shows you accept the dominants claim and you submit to them. While you search they're supposed to leave certain gifts for the you to show they can take care of and provide for you as a dom should. " Chris returned to his waiting seat right next to Phil as the whole crowd broke out in to disbelieving shouts making it just one loud jumbled mess. I was lost to it all, when suddenly I was hit with a full body shiver.

I became hyper aware of all that was around me. I quickly tried to look at everyone, and found that they were moving in slow motion. All sounds were distant and distorted as if I was under water. –What going on? Why does my skin feel as if I'm on fire? I…I can't breathe, but I'm not worried…It feels calm- I started mewling in content, unknowingly calling out to my dom.

****SURPRISE POV CHANGE!****

I started smelling this delicious, mouthwatering scent. I don't know where it came from, but I started noticing how…familiar the scent was. I held my nose in the air and started sniffing and tried to follow the scent back to its origin. Four wrong turns and two accidental mix-ups later and I'm in front of a crowd. Everyone in the crowd was shouting and yelling…people around them were starting to stare. It then occurred to me that the people in the crowd were from the WWE.-What a bunch of idiots. *hmph* making a fucking scene right in the middle of public, don't they fucking understand that this is bad for business, and therefore if Vince found out he would dock everyone's pay? I am NOT about to let these idiots make me look bad and make me lose money that I could and should be spending on my beautiful sub. My sub…That's where the scent is coming from-he's releasing pheromones…that's why it smells so familiar, he must have found his subspace* and is calling out for me. Here I come my lovely water snake.-

****Back to normal POV****

I was so lost, I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard it. It was a smooth, deep rumble "What do you idiots think you're doing? We are in a public airport, if Vince finds out the mess you all are causing he will dock all of our pays…Cena, I should have known." I looked for the source of the sound and found myself staring straight into the ice blues of Randy. He had a dangerous look of warning in his eyes when he looked around at the other wrestlers and divas, but when he looked at me it seemed as if they softened and were telling me to calm down silently…but I think I imagined that part.

*Hmph* "What do you want reject?" snapped John

"Me? All I want is my title, but I already have that. So I guess I'll settle for running you over with my black 4x4 and then castrating you with a blunt, rusty pair of scissors." He replied.

"You wouldn't dare! For one it's illegal and Vince would fire you on the spot if you even touched the company's face. And for two I'd kick your ass before you could even start your car." John had a superior smirk on his face like he had won.

Then a small sinister smirk grew on Randy's face, his eyes held a hypnotic, killer intent-the same one he wore inside the ring when he went 'viper mode'. The crowd and I shivered almost simultaneously, but for two very different reasons: me because of the pure lust I felt at his expression, the crowd because of the fear he caused with the homicidal waves he was giving off. "Cena, Castrating you wouldn't be illegal, I would be doing the public a good deed by preventing you from spreading your defected DNA through procreation…in fact I think I would get a plaque and medal. However, now is not the time or place, you and your group of fools are creating a bad image for the company and it makes me look bad, which I will not have. So, I'm only going to say this once: Board The Damn Plane Now!" Then he left, I looked around at everyone else and they were still in various states of either shock or shame, so I took this time to quickly grab my suitcases and board the plane without them noticing.

I was steadily looking for my seat and when I found it, I gasped at who sat next to it in their very own seat…

AN: *sigh* Sooo…do you guys still love me? Welp, as always I want you guys to tell me what you guys think and how I can improve…flames not welcomed. If you haven't realized yet I don't have a beta, so if you would like to volunteer all PM me to let me know…Though I should warn I am a perfectionist and if I don't catch a mistake the first time I'll catch the next time I read it…plus I'm not too sure how the whole beta thing works…but I'll give it a shot.

*: This is a mind space of complete calm where submissives go in times of great trauma or shock to help calm them down. While in this space they unconsciously release distress pheromones that their dominant can smell and follow to get to their mate to further calm and reassure them. Think of it as sorta like meditation. I read this one fic. with it, and thought it was cool so I put my own spin on it.

Now on to important business…

1.Kyahbell in particular, originally I had a different idea for what the collar would say but complications occurred while writing and it just was not working! .' so I changed it to what is now: Serpent d'eau. Now I checked online and doubled checked with two of my friends who know French just to make sure I had the correct translation of what I wanted. If it is still wrong then pweeze tell me so, I would greatly appreciate it . Now as far as to what it means I have a challenge for you my dear readers: The first reader who can tell me what it means in English and what the meaning is behind it, I will award a one shot/drabble thingy…you just have to tell me the characters and theme you want with it. Any category is open (slash, het, Xover, etc.) Hint: The translation is hidden somewhere in the chapter. It has something to do with Yin and Yang…part of it the other is all Randy lol. Good luck!

2. I am thinking of posting this story I had started but the plot bunny left me….but I caught another one and it's telling me to revamp. it and post it…if I do it will be a HP/Four Bothers Xover-'cause I think they need more and there is a lot of potential for stories there…so check it out, if I ever post it. Pweeze&Shanks. –Tink

Ps. As always, Review pweeze…I just baked a fresh batch of yummy cookies, plus I'm a review vampire, reviews are my source a food…no reviews=I die and can't finish the story or make more…so pweeze, I beg you :P