~ Have I Got Your Attention Now? ~

Punk shook his head and glared at the television that rested against the wall in the Nexus locker room. His disgust grew even more when John Cena started mocking and poking fun at his group. He couldn't stand there a second longer. He had seen quite enough. Growling softly, but menacingly, Punk walked away from the television and decided to go for a walk, needing to get out of the locker room before he did something to that evil electronic device that would give him a lot of grief from the higher ups.

The hallway was a bit cooler, which was a relief to Punk. The air in the locker room was too warm in his opinion, but a lot of that probably had something to do with his blood pressure rising to all new heights after watching the display Cena was giving the huge crowd. The walking cleared a bit of the anger away, allowing Punk to think without wanting to put his fist through something or someone. Revenge was definitely in order. There was no way Punk was going to allow John Cena to get away with what he was doing. Not only that, Punk and his Nexus needed to make a statement. Everyone, every single Superstar in the locker rooms, needed to know that they weren't messing around. They were the real deal, and if people weren't going to take caution over that then Punk were going to have to send the message the only way they all knew how.

Sighing, Punk leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. He started nibbling on his lip ring as he watched some of the backstage crew busy around with their assignments, his mind in another place. From where he was at, he could hear the loud cheers John was receiving, and that was only making Punk's patience diminish even more. 'How am I going to take down John Cena??' That was the only thing running through the Straight Edge Superstar's mind. Nothing really seemed to be working right. Sneak attacks weren't doing anything. Verbal threats didn't seem to be, either. Punk knew that John wasn't invincible. There had to be something that could take down that man. Punk just had to be patient and narrow it all down until he got his final answer.

From down the hallway, another door opened and out walked Randy Orton. Punk cocked his head to the side as he watched The Viper getting closer and closer. He wasn't paying attention to Punk. His eyes were straight ahead, mentally preparing himself for his match. Punk looked down and pursed his lips, the wheels turning in his head while Randy walked past him and out of sight. Before too long, a sly smirk crossed his lips.

John Cena had a little relationship with Randy Orton. John Cena was protective of what was his. If the Nexus were to retrieve The Viper, Punk very much doubted that the man would be thinking straight. He would be too worried and too pissed off to think about anything but his lover. Smirking to himself, Punk turned around and headed back into his locker room.

Punk returned to his Nexus, who were very quiet. They saw how angry their leader was getting. Choosing to remain silent and still was the smart thing to do. In doing so, they were out of Punk's line of fire. So when Punk walked back in with a huge smirk on his face, it definitely raised questions for the six Nexus members. No one wanted to be the one to actually bring those questions to the surface, at least five of them didn't. David Otunga, the big mouth of the group, had no problem questioning Punk.

"What's going on, Punk?"

"I'm so glad you asked me that, David." Punk replied back. He clasped his hands together and looked from David to the rest of his Nexus. "We are going to kidnap Randy Orton."

Silence was the only thing Punk got in return. Their leader looked from face to face, his smirk growing even more when he saw how confused they were. Grabbing a chair that was against the wall, Punk sat down in front of David, Husky, Justin, Heath, and their newest member, Mason. He leaned forward, looking over them all before opening his arms out.

"Faith . . . you need to have faith. Have I ever led you astray?" Punk waited until they all shook their heads before continuing. "You see what John Cena is doing to us, right? He's humiliating us. Do you really think the locker room is going to take us seriously when John Cena is making us look like fools? No. They are going to laugh at us along with him, unless we do something about it."

"And getting to Orton will get to Cena?" Husky asked slowly, trying to put two and two together.

"Come on, I know you've all seen the way they are when they are together. There is a whole new atmosphere around them. The way they stare at each other, the way they wrestle. There is more to them than meets the eye."

"So what happens when we grab Orton?" Mason asked. He was willing to do anything Punk told him to. The man was a genius. He knew just what to do to make all the pieces fall into place.

"Then Mason . . . then we will send John a message." Punk smiled evilly. The more he thought about it, the more into it he was getting. It was perfect.

"When are we going to do this?" David asked.

"We're going to do it tonight, David. Here's what's going to happen . . ."

-x- -x- -x- -x- -x-

Finally, the night was over for Randy Orton. Catching a towel that was tossed by one of the crew members, Randy nodded in thanks, wiped some perspiration from his forehead, and made his way to his locker room. It was a long walk, but the coolness of the backstage was a relief for him. He took his time getting back.

John's match was getting ready to start. Randy went into his locker room, took a quick shower, just to cool off and to get the sweat from his body, and then quickly got dressed in jeans and one of his signature T-shirts. After packing his bag, Randy walked out of his locker room and headed over to John's.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. The same thing happened every single week with no conflict. Only this time, something didn't feel right. Randy slowed his pace down and looked behind him. He felt eyes on him. Normally he enjoyed it. He was a good looking man. He enjoyed flaunting himself around from time to time, but these eyes weren't from fans. There was something cold about them that sent chills down Randy's spine. He didn't see anyone, though, which made him worry all the more. Turning around, Randy continued down the hallway, keeping his ears sharp for anything out of the ordinary. Every door closing, each voice that he heard from somewhere sent his heart fluttered. What the fuck is going on? He was almost to John's locker room when CM Punk stepped out from an adjoining hallway.

"Randy, Randy, Randy." Punk tsked, leaning against the wall. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Randy immediately slowing his pace down, looking more and more cautious than he had been minutes before. He was a smart man. He knew what it felt like to inflict pain, but he also knew what it felt like to tread in those dangerous waters. "Where are we off to?"

"Can I help you with something, Punk?" Randy asked, narrowing his eyes. If there was a Punk then there was a Nexus shortly after.

"Actually, you can."

Everything happened fast after that. A huge hand clasped over Randy's mouth, the other arm wrapping around his body, pulling him backwards. He tried to get whoever was holding him off, but Randy was caught off guard and completely unprepared. Mason Ryan kept a tight hold on the squirming Randy, dragging him back down the hallway. A couple times he almost lost control of The Viper, but he was able to regain it back. Punk shushed and motioned them to move faster when things got slow and louder, but after a few minutes, they were able to pull Randy into their locker room.

Mason pushed Randy forward, practically throwing Randy to the ground. Punk and Husky quickly walked in and closed the door behind them. The Straight Edged Superstar smirked down at Randy while Husky and Mason, though appeared mean and ready for action, looked cautious and a little nervous.

"What in the hell are you doing!" Randy demanded, getting to his feet. He looked from Punk to Mason to Husky then let his glare rest on Punk, whose smirk still hadn't disappeared.

"What does it look like?" Punk replied back, tossing Randy's bag into the corner. When his hands were free, he smiled and raised his arms up, as if welcoming him. "We're kidnapping you."

Randy's narrowed his eyes and took a step back, his fists clenching and unclenching. The man was definitely confused. He cocked his head to the side and waited for Punk to continue.

"You're the bait to get to John Cena."

Now it made better sense. Punk and John were at it for a couple weeks now. John wasn't at all concerned about the man, but Punk was definitely getting more annoyed each time they were together, and he was now clearly taking action. His type of action wasn't the smartest way to go. Shaking his head, Randy couldn't help the glint in his eyes that lit up. This was definitely getting amusing.

"And why am I the bait?" Randy asked, relaxing some. "You know how much I can't stand that man."

"I'm not an idiot, Randy. I do have eyes and I've seen the way you two act around each other."

"How do we act, exactly?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Orton." Punk snapped, crossing his arms. He didn't have the patience to deal with Randy and his mouth. "I wouldn't be surprised if you two were fucking. Now, sit down."

With that, Punk pushed Randy into a chair that was off to the side. When's Randy's butt connected with the chair, Mason and Husky were right there on him. With their wrist tape in hand, they wrapped it around Randy's wrists and the arms of the chair.

"OMG, really, are really going to go through with this?" Randy groaned, slumping down in the chair with a look that was a mixture between a glare and a pout.

"Yes, you crazy snake, I am going through with this. Now you keep your mouth shut so I can think."

"Bitch . . ." Randy mumbled.

Mason sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. He turned on the television and switched it onto Raw. In the ring, John was in the middle of his match with Sheamus. Everything was going great with him until David Otunga, Justin Gabriel, and Heath Slater jumped into the ring and attacked him. Randy sat up straighter. He tried to keep his face from showing the worry that almost immediately masked it. His hate for CM Punk grew more and more every time he heard John yelp or scream out in pain. That cocky glint that was once in his eyes quickly died, turning into absolute rage.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Punk smirked down at Randy, loving how right he was about his and John's secret. "We'll see if he cares about you as much as you do for him."

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The majourity of the heavy blows were from David Otunga, Justin and Heath weren't hitting as hard. John knew why, of course. They were a part of the little family John and Randy shared. Even though they were family, he still had no idea why Nexus was attacking. Not only that, but only half of them. The group hardly ever separated.

John was caught off guard by them, which was one of the reasons why he wasn't fighting back as much. The other reason was three words that Heath Slater whispered into his ear when they first jumped in the ring. 'Justin will explain.' So, John continued to take the punishment, waiting for the explanation from the small South African.

David was yelling orders to Heath and Justin. They followed them, but weren't rough, though it looked it from the audience's angle and, shockingly, from David's. That one was never very sharp. When the words finally came from Justin, John immediately sucked in a breath; panic welled up inside of him. The words scared the hell out of him. 'Punk has Randy.'

-x- -x- -x- -x- -x-

Raw was over. The television was off in the Nexus locker room. No one was talking or making any sound. Justin and Heath were standing against the wall. Both mirrored one another. They wore blank expressions, their arms crossed. David and Husky were sitting down on one of the benches in the room. Mason was the only one that seemed ready for action. He was standing straight with his hands on his hips, watching as their leader paced back and forth, his eyes locked on the floor, his mind somewhere else. Randy was still in the chair, looking pretty bored. He had an annoyed expression on his face while he glared at the tape that held him to the chair. Finally, he sighed impatiently and shook his head.

"So are we just going to sit here and wait for something to happen or what?"

"Be quiet!" David snapped.

"Shut the fuck up, you damn wuss." Randy snapped right back. After glaring at David, Randy turned his attention back to Punk. "Well?"

"What do you think he's doing right now, Randal?" Punk asked. He wasn't looking at Randy or anyone else. His eyes were still on the floor. "John, I mean."

"I think you already know the answer to that question."

It was pretty obvious to everyone what John was doing. Somewhere during the attack, something changed in the man. After a few blows from Justin, John totally snapped and started beating the hell out of everyone in the ring. It was like a fire ignited in the man, bringing a new wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Even after all three men were down on the ground, instead of smiling and getting hyped up for the fans all around the arena, John jumped out of the ring, looking angry and completely determined, as he made his way up the ramp and into the backstage area. Ever since that happened, Nexus and especially Punk were on high guard. The locker room became eerily quiet whenever someone would walk by. Even voices stressed them all out. No one moved a single muscle until all was silent once again.

In the beginning, it was quite amusing to Randy. Justin and Heath seemed to brace themselves when there were noises. Mason looked like a statue, not moving or breathing until the noise died down. Husky closed his eyes and waited while David looked like he was about to pee in his pants. At that, Randy had to suppress a laugh. He just couldn't take that man seriously at all. Punk didn't stop pacing. If anything, the pacing was faster and faster. Even the tiniest hint of noise made Punk jump and face the door, just waiting for it to burst open. Since Punk was so panicked and jumpy, the rest of the Nexus faltered, as well. They looked up to Punk, expecting him to have a plan and a solution. Ever since they grabbed Randy, it looked like all the juices were squeezed from Punk. He looked like he was just going along with whatever came to mind.

When Punk didn't say anything else, Randy continued on. "Come on, man, are you really going to go through with this? It's only going to be a matter of time before he finds me."

"Who said anything about him finding you?"

"There are only so many places to hide until you're caught."

Punk took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He glanced over to Randy, looked back at the floor, and then did a double take. His eyes stayed locked on his hostage. Randy, though tied to the chair, looked absolutely relaxed. His long body was slouched. He had a cocky, amused look on his face, as if he knew everything that Punk was thinking.

What Randy didn't know was that with each second that passed, that look only made Punk's determination that much stronger. John Cena wasn't invincible. He wasn't a god and he wasn't the superman the audience liked to think of him as. He was only a man . . . and every man has a weakness. In John's case, that weakness was Randy.

A grin slowly formed into a full blown smile. Much to Randy's confusion, Punk started to chuckle. Of course, Randy wasn't the only one confused. Justin and Heath looked at each other in question before looking back at their leader. David looked completely clueless as to what was going on. Husky just looked downright nervous. He didn't know if Punk was having a nervous breakdown or what, but whatever Punk was doing, whether he snapped or not, the man didn't want to be in the crossfire. Mason only narrowed his eyes in worry. He, like all the others, had no idea what was happening to their leader.

The smirked stayed on Punk's face as the chuckles died down. Shaking his head, Punk slowly walked over to Randy and placed his hands on Randy's thighs, resting his weight there while he learned forward, getting inches away from Randy's lips, loving the fact that Randy had already moved as far back as he could. Punk didn't do anything at first. He was trying to figure The Viper out, trying to see what he could do to really get John's attention, using the man in his grasp.

Another moment passed.

Tsking, Punk looked down, taking in the sight that only John Cena himself should be seeing. Smirking, Punk slid his hand further up Randy's thigh while the other went up Randy's toned stomach and chest, sliding down his arm, before resting his weight on Randy's forearm. He felt Randy immediately tense as his lips got closer and closer.

"Shut that pretty mouth of yours, Randal, before I find something that will." Punk's message was sent. He could see it in Randy's eyes, loving the cold glare he was getting in return. Randy knew that Punk was serious. His tone said it all. When Randy remained silent, Punk smirked. "Good boy."

Randy was the first to break the eye contact. He hated himself for doing it, but he just couldn't look at the man anymore. Just the thought of Punk made his blood pressure rise to all new heights. He wanted to hurt the man. He couldn't, though. Instead, Randy stared at the floor, waiting for Punk to get out of his face, out of his personal space. When he finally did, Randy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself to remain as calm as he possible could.

"What do we do now?" David asked.

"You and Husky are going to look for John Cena. Find and watch him. Call if he looks like he's got anything." Punk answered, turning his attention to his Nexus.

David and Husky both looked confused, but they nonetheless nodded their heads and stood up, waiting for further instruction. They didn't have to wait long, however. After Punk addressed David and Husky, he then turned his attention to Heath and Justin, who were standing against the wall.

"You two are going to get the car. Get it as close to the building as you possibly can without drawling too much attention."

"What are we doing?" Heath asked, glancing over at Justin before resting his gaze on Punk.

"What does it look like? Randal was right. There are only so many places to hide in here. Sooner or later, John Cena is going to find us if we stay here. We're moving this little party to the hotel."

David slowly nodded his head, trying to find the logic in Punk's words. It did make some sense. It was after midnight. The only people that were in the building were the cleanup crew, John Cena, Randy, and Punk and the Nexus. When John was determined to find something, he would find it. He wouldn't stop until he did. Staying at the arena made them sitting ducks. If they moved then it would give them more time to come up with a better plan. David and the rest of the Nexus seemed to have gotten to the same conclusion, because people started moving. David and Husky grabbed their phones and quietly went out the door. Justin and Heath were right behind them shortly after.

"What would you like me to do, Punk?" Mason asked. He was the only one left.

"Mason, I would like you to stay here and guard the door for me. Make sure you keep a good look out for Cena or any other signs of trouble." Punk answered.

Mason nodded his head and made his way over to the door. When he was in position, Punk turned his attention away from the man and back to Randy Orton. He sauntered over and placed his hands back on Randy's forearms, leaning in closer to him once more. Like before, Randy wasn't enjoying it. He leaned away as much as he could and turned his head away from Punk.

"You know Cena more than anyone." Punk started. His voice was low and straight to the point. "What is he doing?"

Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head before turning back and looking Punk right in the eye. "Does it honestly look like I have any idea what the man's doing? I mean, really. I've been in this damn room, tied to a fucking chair for almost two hours. I haven't seen Cena since nine o'clock. I have no idea what he's doing or where he's at."

"That may be so, but you do know how he thinks."

"And your point is . . .?"

Punk stared at Randy for a long minute before backing up some. He sighed and shook his head before glancing back over to Mason, whose head was still out the door. Randy could tell that Punk was starting to get annoyed. The leader of Nexus was a patient person most of the times, but not now he wasn't. John Cena was on a manhunt. Things needed to start happening. Punk was going to get an answer out of Randy one way or the other. The time for games was over.

"Randal, don't be a smartass. Just answer the question and everything will be fine." Punk responded, trying to keep his voice as neutral as he possibly could.

"How's this for an answer . . . fuck you."

Punk lost it. He hauled off and slapped the shit out of Randy, loving the yelp of surprise and pain that came from The Viper. Mason almost slammed the door on his head. He immediately turned around to see complete shock on Randy's face and rage on Punk's.

"Watch the door!" Punk snapped at Mason, who immediately obliged. When Mason's attention was back out the door, Punk grabbed Randy's chin and forced the Viper to look at him. "Do you think I'm playing with you? Is that what you think?"

Randy didn't say anything. He just glared hard at Punk, hating him more and more as the seconds went by. He was practically shaking with anger. Who in the hell did Punk think he was putting hands on him, yet alone slapping him. Randy couldn't wait until John found him. John would tear him apart and when Randy got out of the damn chair, he would be assisting in the ass kicking.

"Answer me, Randal, or I fucking swear, me slapping you across the face will be the last of your worries."

"Fuck you."

Those two words knocked the air right out of Punk. It was as though he was the one to get slapped across the face. Those two simple words opened Punk's eyes, letting him see the fine specimen in front of him, completely at his mercy. He could see that deep down, past the anger and the fury, there was a hint of fear in Randy's eyes. Seeing that only brought the sudden lust over the top.

Smirking, Punk let go of Randy's chin and moved closer. When he was right in Randy's face, Randy turned his head away. He immediately tensed and jerked his hands back, as though he was getting ready to push Punk back, only to realize that he couldn't due to being taped down to the chair. When Punk's lips touched Randy's jawline, he chuckled softly, loving the fact that Randy was his to do with what he wanted.

"What are you doing?" Randy asked. His voice wasn't as cocky and confident as it was before. He didn't like Punk anywhere near him and he certainly didn't like having Punk's lips on his skin.

"If you don't be careful, Randy . . . I might just have to fuck you."

-x- -x- -x- -x- -x-

Mason did all the he could to ignore the sound of Punk whispering things into Randy's ear. He tried to focus all of his attention on what was going on in the hallways. The only problem with that was that there was nothing going on. There was the occasional sound of footsteps or thumping noise, but that was about it. He was getting uncomfortable because he had no idea what Punk was going to do and he definitely didn't want to be around when the man started to really mess with Randy. He had heard nothing from David or Husky, which was really driving him insane. He didn't give a damn about them, but with everything that was going on, a distraction would definitely get his mind from what was happening inside the room.

After taking a quick glance over his shoulder, Mason went into his pocket and pulled out his cell-phone. The minutes were going by agonizingly slow. The man jumped when he heard Randy snapping at something Punk said. Instead of being angry, though, Punk almost chuckled and continued doing whatever the hell it was he was doing. Shaking his head, Mason sent a text to Justin.

'What's going on?'

It didn't take long for Justin to send a text back. Mason, once again, looked back behind him to make sure Punk didn't hear his phone vibrating. The last thing he wanted was to piss Punk off or do anything to get the man's attention, especially when he was in that kind of mood.

'We're following David and Husky. They are still looking for John.'

That was something else that was driving Mason crazy. Where in the hell was John Cena? They all knew that John was going to be looking for Randy. They knew how John acted around the Viper. They loved each other. Why John hadn't found Randy yet was something that was on everyone's mind.

'Where do you think he's at?'

'I have no clue. He needs to hurry the hell up, though. We can't stall this much longer.'

Mason sighed and nodded his head. He glanced up and looked up and down the hallway. There was no one around, which was exactly what Mason didn't want. With no one around, there was nothing that could muffle out the whispers from Punk in Randy's ear and the annoyed groans coming from their hostage. Listening only made him feel sick and dirty. Punk seriously had a crazy sense of humour.

-x- -x- -x- -x- -x-

"For the love of God, get your damn hands off of me, Punk!" Randy exclaimed, glaring hard at the man beside him. The feel of Punk's hands on him made him feel violated. Every touch sent his heart racing.

"Come on, Randy, we both know you're enjoying it." Punk murmured, his lips pressing against Randy's neck, loving the way he could practically feel Randy's pulse quickening. That one action went straight to Phil's cock. He loved the way Randy kept squirming whenever his fingers glided over the Viper's soft skin. He loved what he was doing. Kidnapping Randy to get to John was genius. Not only would he get to John, but he could have some fun with the Viper, which was becoming more and more fun. The constant tugging of his restraints and the way Randy groaned and turned his head away any chance he got only amused Punk all the more. Randy didn't know it, but if he stopped trying to fight him then Punk would have probably gotten bored with him. He was very glad that he didn't know.

Turning his attention away from Randy for the moment, Punk glanced over to Mason, who was still stationed at the door. He hadn't heard a sound from him, which meant that John Cena was still a no-show. Their bags were packed and everything was ready to go. All they were waiting for was Justin and Heath to get back to the door. Why they were taking so long was a mystery to Punk, but as he spent more time dwelling on it, a possible answer came to mind. Punk turned his attention back over to Mason.

"Ryan." Punk called. When the large man turned around and looked attentive, Punk continued. "Has Justin or Heath called or texted yet?"

"No, sir, they haven't."

Punk growled and slowly started to pace back and forth. He knew that there was a huge chance that John Cena had gotten to his smaller Nexus members. That didn't sit well with him. If anything, that only made him angrier. Shaking his head in frustration, Punk turned back over to Randy, who was pulling and tugging at the tape that held him to the chair.

Punk walked over to him and slammed his hands down onto Randy's forearms, making the Viper jump before looking up and glaring at Punk. Learning forward, the Straight-Edge Superstar asked, "What is Cena planning?"

"Are we really going to have this conversation again?" Randy shook his head angrily. "I have no fucking idea where Cena is at. I have no fucking idea what he is doing. Do I have to spell that out to you or what? I don't know."

Growling, Punk pushed himself away from Randy and started to pace again. His moods were switching up so much with Randy suddenly. One second he wanted to kick the man's ass, the next he wanted to fuck him right through the chair he was taped to. The more that idea started to develop, the more entertained he got. Just like that he was back to checking Randy out. Smirking, his eyes raked over the man's body. His shirt was tighter than usual, which brought out his hard muscles beautifully. His long body was stretched out on full display for Punk.

"Stop staring at me like that." Randy said, pulling Punk from his dirty thoughts. "I'm not a piece of meat, you sick fuck."

"Oh . . . yes, you are." Punk grinned and put his hands back on Randy's forearms, getting in Randy's personal space again. He loved how the man would always turn his head away, not trusting what Punk might do to him. "You have a very big piece of meat that I wouldn't mind sucking off . . ."

Leaning down, Punk started to roughly kiss Randy's neck. By the time he got up to Randy's earlobe, he took it in his mouth and bit down on it, getting a yelp out of his hostage. He chuckled as he felt himself getting harder. The fun he would have with the Viper . . .

Before anything else could happen, the door opened and in walked Mason, Justin, and Heath. The two smaller men looked relieved to say the least. When they caught Randy's narrowed eyes, they quickly turned away and looked at their leader who was looking at them expectantly.

"Well?"

"The car has been moved and is sitting in front of the exit."

"What took you so long?"

"Cena was in the garage." Heath answered, ignore Randy who perked up. "We had to wait until he was finished looking around."

"Is he gone now?"

"Yes, he is." Justin nodded.

"Good. Now, let's get . . ." Punk started, but stopped when his phone started to ring. Furrowing his brow, Punk pulled his phone out and saw two messages. When he opened the first one, his mouth dropped. A picture of David lying on the floor sent Punk's heart racing. He knew what the second picture was going to be of. He was right, too. When he opened the second one, like David, Husky was on the ground, hunched slightly over the wall. Both men looked completely out of it, which meant one thing. "Okay, we need to get the hell out of here right now."

Before anyone could even move, the door burst open and there stood John Cena, who looked like he was ready to kill someone. His face was contorted with anger and complete hatred. He slowly walked into the room, his eyes locked on CM Punk, who was slowly backing up. Punk had seen Cena anger before, but the look in his eyes was something that he hadn't seen before. After an intense minute, John took his eyes off of Punk and looked over to Justin and Heath, who were quietly standing against the wall.

"You can go."

Justin nodded and took Heath's hand. "Call us later to let us know what happened."

When John nodded his head, Punk's mouth dropped. He looked from the smaller Nexus members to John then back to Justin and Heath. At first he was confused. He had no idea what they were talking about. But upon further examination, Punk realized that Justin and Heath were guilty.

"Hold on a damn minute! What in the hell are you talking about?" Punk's voice rose as he addressed the two men.

"I think you already know." Justin answered.

Heath nodded his head. "John and Randy have been very close friends of ours for a while now."

"You told him where we were!"

"We told him where you were holding Randy, yes." Heath said. He grabbed the Nexus armband that was where it should be and pulled it off. He tossed it on the floor.

Justin repeated the same action and smirked slightly at Punk's confused, outraged face. "We quit. Nexus went downhill the second you kicked Wade out."

They two men glared at Punk before they turned around and left the room. The only one left was Mason, who was looking rather guilty, himself. His head was lowered and his eyes were locked on the ground, but he could still feel the intensity of John's powerful gaze. Fighting back his fear, Mason slowly looked up, meeting Cena's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Mason said. He needed to at least say that before John kicked his ass. Only that never came.

"You're lucky you're with Dwayne now." John said, nodding towards the door. "Go."

Mason didn't waste any time. Without even a glance to Punk, Mason quickly walked past John and right out the door, following after Justin and Heath. Kicking the door closed, John finally looked over to Randy, who was staring at him. In that second, John's worry finally dissolved. The second Justin told him in the ring that Punk had had Randy all John could think about was what could be happening to him. Of course, he knew that Punk wouldn't actually hurt him; it still didn't make the worry any better. Knowing that the love of his life was somewhere against his will just didn't sit well with him at all.

"Untie him." John said, looking over at Punk who looked as though he wished the floor was open up and swallow him.

Punk blinked when he realized that John was talking to him. In that second, the anger washed over him again. He took a step forward and glared hard at John. "Who in the hell do you think you are? You are not calling the shots here. I am."

"Punk, you have five seconds to untie him or I'm going to put you right through a wall!" John snapped, taking a threatening step forward. Punk and John were right in each other's faces now, both glaring at each other, hatred in their eyes.

"Don't worry about it, John." Randy said, standing up from the chair. He had been working on the tape ever since he got in that chair. He had jerked and pulled till it finally gave way. After tossing the tape that was wrapped around his wrists to the floor, Randy walked over to Punk, knocked him away from John, and punched the hell out of him. "Payback is going to be a bitch, asshole."

Punk didn't say a word. He only groaned angrily, knowing that he was done for. He was outnumbered by two angry men, he already lost three Nexus members he thought were on his side, and the other two were unconscious somewhere in the hallways of the arena. Running wasn't even an option. There was no way John and Randy were going to let him get anywhere near the door. Instead, Punk put a hand over the bruise that was already forming and glared at the ground.

Randy turned away from Punk and looked at John who was looking at him. Randy could tell how worried John had been. He could see the stress lines on his forehead and the tired look in his eyes. Smiling, Randy brushed his fingertips down the side of John's face, his other hand taking John's.

"You came for me."

John smiled and squeezed Randy's hand. "I'll always come for you."

Randy leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against John's. The kiss was full of relief and love. Being in John's arms made him feel safer than Randy could ever think possible. Randy knew that John would come for him, but actually hearing it and it being proven . . . it made Randy feel like his heart was going to burst. The love he had for John was impeccable. Words couldn't describe how much he loved John Cena.

John seemed to be feeling the same way. He wrapped his arms around Randy's lower back, pulling him even closer. He was so happy that Justin and Heath texted him and told him where Randy was at. In his panic, the thought of them being anywhere obvious didn't even cross his mind. John just immediately assumed at they had taken Randy somewhere else in the arena that he had no idea about. But that's what he got for assuming.

The kiss ended when Punk groaned in disgust. They looked down at the man who was glaring up at him. John wanted nothing more than to kick his ass until he got tired, but when he glanced over at Randy, he could tell that Randy was thinking something totally different. He had seen that look before many times. John knew that Randy was thinking something that only happened with their closest boys. Cocking his head to the side, John looked back at Punk who looking like he was getting ready to murder someone.

"What's wrong, Punk? Did you get caught in your own game?"

"Fuck you!"

Randy chuckled and shook his head. He was hoping Punk would say that. Crouching down, Randy leaned forward, making sure to get in Punk's personal space. His voice was low. "Careful, Punk, I might just have to fuck you." Punk narrowed his eyes and looked away, finding a place on the wall and staring at it. "I thought that was what you wanted to do to me? When you were in control you couldn't keep your hands off of me."

"Hang on, what?" John butted in, taking a step forward. "He was doing what to you?"

"I wasn't doing a damn thing to him." Punk said quickly, narrowing his eyes even more to Randy. He hoped his expression would get the message sent out, but when he saw Randy's eyes sparkling with mischief, Punk knew that he was done for.

"You were practically raping me with your hands, Punk. That doesn't qualify as nothing."

That was all it took. John grabbed the collar of Punk's shirt and pulled him up, slamming his against the wall with all of his might. Punk's yelp of pain did nothing to him. If anything, John wanted to put the man through even more pain so he could hear him scream instead of yelp. He got in Punk's face, his eyes boring right into his victim.

"If you ever . . . EVER . . . put your hands on him again, I am going to hurt you. Do you understand me? I will HURT you." When Punk didn't say anything, John's patience lessened even more. He pulled Punk away from the wall then slammed him back against it, getting the scream he wanted. "I said do you understand me!"

"Yes! Fuck! I got it!"

"I think he wants us to fuck him, John. He can't stop saying the word."

John looked over to Randy and saw the glint in his eyes. Looking back at Punk, finally seeing the fear in his eyes, John couldn't help but let his imagination get ahead of him. He could picture Randy slamming into Punk who would be pressed against the wall, stuck. He could hear Punk scream out in pain and in pleasure, and he could clearly see the lust in Randy's eyes, darkening the beautiful stormy blue till they were almost navy. It was an incredibly sight.

"Whoa, hell no, that is not happening!" Punk exclaimed, looking from John to Randy with a fearful expression. Those two looked like they would fuck him through the wall. "I refuse!"

"Oh, really, you're going to stop us?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. Just the thought of Punk's weak attempt to escape made him chuckle. "Yeah, I don't think you're going anywhere."

"I'll scream."

Randy couldn't help himself. He got beside of Punk and waited until he was looking back at him. He could see the fear in his eyes. He could tell that he was getting antsy. Watching the man squirm went straight downstairs. He leaned even closer, his lips barely touching Punk's. "Shut that pretty mouth of yours before I find something that will."

The fact that Randy was using his own words against him angered Punk. Who in the hell did he think he was? Still, he could tell that Randy wasn't kidding. If anything, he could tell that Randy actually wanted him to say something, just so he could back up his words. Glaring hard at the man, Punk remained silent, hating the smirk that spread across Randy's face.

"Are you ready to have some fun?" John asked, getting Randy's attention. When his lover nodded his head, John spun Punk around and grabbed his arms, locking them behind his back. He motioned for Randy to get closer to him. "They are in my back pocket, baby."

"What in the hell are you! What do you have in your back pocket!" Punk shrieked, trying to get free of John's grip and to see what Randy would be pulling out of John's back pocket.

"Calm down, Punk. You'll be enjoying yourself in a matter of minutes." Randy said. He kissed John on the neck while he placed a hand on John's hip. With his other hand, he went into John's back pocket, taking his time, trying to feel up his lover for as long as he could before his fingers wrapped around their favourite play tool . . . handcuffs.

"What in the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

"You just said it." Randy answered, slapping the handcuffs on Punk's wrists. He couldn't help the shiver that went through his spine when Punk started to struggle. He loved it. The helpless look on Punk's face, the panic that was building in his eyes, it turned Randy on so much.

John, who looked like he was getting into it, pushed Punk over to the chair that Randy was in previously. The chair almost toppled over with Punk it in, but the Straight-Edged Superstar was able to regain his balance. The act went unnoticed to John and Randy, who immediately turned on each other. Randy slapped the hat off his head and pulled the bands from his long, strong arms and tossed them aside. His lips slammed into John's, shoving his tongue toward, exploring every crevice in John's mouth.

Taking ahold of Randy's hips, John pulled Randy over to him, pressing his hard cock against Randy's. The moan he got from the man only made him harder. The feel of Randy's hands traveling all over his body went too amazing. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, neither wanting to give up the fight. The kiss only broke when Randy pulled John's shirt over his head. The second it hit the ground, John and Randy's lips reconnected. John's hands travelled up Randy's arms until they took hold of the collar of Randy's shirt. How he got that shirt on was a mystery to John, it was so damn tight. He didn't even attempt to take it off him. Instead, John got a firm grip on the shirt then ripped it all the way down. Randy quickly pulled the shirt off and wrapped his arms around his lover. Their breaths were coming out in quick pants now, the kiss getting more intense.

Punk did all that he could to not stare, but that was getting harder and harder now that clothing was being tossed around. He couldn't help but shiver as he watched John back Randy into the wall, his hands firmly on Randy's hips, holding him in place while he pressed his visibly large cock against Randy's. Punk could see their tongues fighting for dominance and he could see where Randy's hands were going. They traveled down John's body, his fingers finally hooking into the hem. The slutty moan that escaped from Randy went straight downstairs. Punk fidgeted in the seat, unable to find a comfortable position. He wanted to join in. That was what was really confusing Punk, but he wouldn't dwell on it. As of right now, all he wanted to do was do something, not think about it.

Randy's skilled fingers started to unbutton and zip down John's jeans. The second Randy pulled the jeans and the underwear down, John's aching cock freed. Randy was on his knees before John, eye to eye with the cock. He smirked and looked up at John before leaning forward and placing a kiss to the head, licking a bit of the precum away. John took Randy's hands and pulled him back up, slamming his lips against his lovers while he started to work on Randy's jeans.

When John and Randy were completely naked, kissing and pressing against each other, Punk wished they would turn their attention to him now. All he wanted was for his cock to be freed from its restraints. His cock was pressing painfully against the denim. John and Randy weren't paying attention to him at all, though. They were so wrapped up in each other that they completely ignored the man cuffed in the chair. That didn't go well with Punk.

"Hey! Fuck me already!"

Both men started chuckling as they broke their kiss. They looked over at Punk who was glaring at them. They could clearly see how hard he was, which only turn the larger men on even more. Being watched while they went at it was something that they loved. Obliging, though, Randy leaned forward and grabbed the hem of Punk's jeans, jerking him from the chair and over to them. While john started to rip Punk's shirt off, which made the man whimper, Randy got to work on Punk's jeans. He unbuttoned them and slowly pulled them down, making sure that his fingers barely brushed against Punk's skin. Goosebumps formed as his fingers trailed lower and lower.

"Get on your knees, bitch." Randy commanded, grabbing Punk's arm and jerking him down.

John got on his knees, too, but in front of Punk, while Randy was in front of the handcuffed man. He grabbed a hold of Punk's hard dick while Randy started to suck on his fingers before pushing three in at the same time, getting a scream from Punk. Punk squeezed his eyes shut and took the assault from Randy's fingers. It's not like he thought they were going to be gently with him. He had pissed both men off and they were taking their revenge on him.

His fingers were going from pain to pleasure and back again. Randy finger fucking him was starting to feel better, but John stroking and squeezing his cock was the only reason why he wasn't screaming and begging Randy to stop. He was very skillful, John was. He knew exactly what to do to get Punk completely turned on. Everything changed, though, when Randy took a different angle, his fingers slamming right into Punk's spot. A slutty scream filled the air as Randy's fingers barely touched the area. Punk started to push back whenever Randy went in trying with everything he had to get more of that feeling. He needed to feel it again. It felt so amazing.

"Bend over." Randy put his hand on the back of Punk's neck and pushed him over.

It was hard for Punk to stay in that position – on his knees, bent over, holding himself up with only his knees – but he was somehow able to pull it off. His heart was racing. He was so ready for Randy to shove his dick inside him, it was killing him. His fingers just weren't enough. He was momentarily distracted, though, when John got straight on his knees, his huge cock right in his face. Punk stared at it before looking up at John who was staring down at him.

"What are you looking at? Suck it, bitch."

Punk gulped and looked back down at the member before him. Taking a deep breath, Punk leaned forward and licked the head of John's dick. The precum that was leaking out was sweet. He opened his mouth and took a few inches into his mouth, trying to keep from gagging. He wasn't anywhere near close enough to getting half of John in his mouth yet, that was how huge John was. After getting use to the feel, Punk took some more into his mouth. His tongue slid alongside the bottom of the shaft while he added some suction. John being incredibly impatient had had enough of the teasing. Punk was going too slowly for more. His mouth was hot and felt amazing around his dick. Putting his hands on Punk's shoulders, John pushed his hips forward, shoving the rest of his cock into Punk's mouth. Punk was nowhere near being ready, so when all of John was in his mouth, his gag reflexes went insane. The panic welled up. Punk moaned and started to struggle against the handcuffs, needing to get John's dick out of his mouth before he suffocated. John wouldn't let him go, though. He kept his grip firmly on Punk's shoulders and stopped moving. Punk finally stopped struggling and closed his eyes, trying to breathe evenly through his nose.

"Suck." John finally said when he thought he had given Punk enough time. When he gently wiggled his hips back and forth, Punk responded and continued to suck.

Moaning, John bit his bottom lip and watched as Randy stroked himself, getting himself ready to fuck Punk. When he felt John's gaze, Randy looked up and smirked at his lover. He could tell that Punk was doing a very good job at pleasuring him. Leaning over Punk, Randy wrapped a hand around the back of John's neck and pulled him over, pressing his lips against John's, while his cock teased the entrance of Punk. Their kiss was soft and purposeful. They smiled into the kiss, loving the feel of their lips against each other. Punk's moan broke them apart. While he was sucking, he was also pressing himself back, sending messages to Randy. He wanted him in right now.

Smirking, Randy aligned himself up properly and bent over again, leaving a trail of kisses from the top of Punk's shoulders, all the way down his spine. "Are you ready?"

Punk moaned loudly around John dick, which sent shivers throughout his entire body. John moaned softly and closed his eyes. Randy didn't give him any time to prepare, though. He wanted to make Punk scream. Wrapping a hand around Punk's body, Randy grabbed Punk's dick and held onto it while he continued to leave a trail of kisses all over Punk's body. He started to stroke. He could tell that Punk was getting close. His body was tensing up. Pinching the head of Punk's dick, Randy pushed himself all of the way in. John's dick muffled the sound of Punk's screams. His wrists strained against the handcuffs. He was in pain. Having that huge girth inside of him was something Punk hadn't experience before. Randy didn't move, though. He remained still so that Punk could get somewhat used to him before he started moving.

"Suck." John spoke up, opening his eyes. Punk had stopped sucking and was focusing on the feel of Randy instead of also taking care of John. He wasn't going to let that slide. Pushing his dick in a bit further, John quickly got Punk's attention. He started to suck and nibble on John's dick again.

When Randy had waited for about a minute, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back out and pushed himself right back in. The moan he got from Punk indicated that he was doing a pretty good job so far. Randy started off slow, but his pace soon quickened, his strokes falling into a rhythm with the thrusts. All three men were starting to sweat. The air in the locker room was getting muskier and thicker. They were all getting closer and closer to their breaking points. Punk's mouth around John' dick felt amazing. With time Punk added more suction John could fell the precum oozing out. He was losing all sense of control. Randy, who was watching, was also getting closer and closer. The pleasureful look on John's face was turning him on even more. The beads of sweet were rolling down his neck, slowly making its way along his chest. Changing directions, Randy pulled out and slammed back in, causing another loud moan from Punk. Right away he could tell that he hit Punk's sweet spot. The moan was one indicator. Another was the way Punk tensed, his wrists fighting the cuffs. Smirking, he pulled back out and pressed back in, getting another moan, which sent vibrations throughout his entire body.

John was the first one to cum. He couldn't help not do. The sight of his lover pounding into Punk was enough for him. He released his load into Punk's unready mouth. Punk whimpered as he tried to swallow as much as he could. He wasn't able to get all of it down, though. The rest of the come went down his chin, dripping onto the floor. Punk wasn't able to hold off anymore, either. Tensing up, Punk moaned around John's dick as he came into Randy's hand on onto the floor. His entire body shook from the pleasure. It was something that he had never experienced before, but would gladly go for again. The sight of both men coming was what gave Randy in. His fingers squeezed into Punk's hips, leaving bruises, as he came into the man.

Panting, Randy and John pulled out of each end of Punk. John tossed the keys to the handcuffs to Randy, who unlocked them. Punk collapsed onto the floor the second he was free. His wrists were burning and chaffed from the struggling, but they didn't even catch his attention. His mind was still reeling from the high. He was barely aware of John and Randy getting dressed and ready to leave until John jerked Punk to his feet and slammed him against the wall again.

"Consider this a warning. If you ever even think about getting to me through Randy, I swear to God, this will be like nothing compared to what I will do to you."

With that being said, John wrapped his arm around Randy's waist – which he immediately leaned into – and walked out the door, leaving Punk to sink back to the floor, his legs not strong enough to keep him on his feet.

When the door was closed and John and Randy were halfway down the hallway, Randy stopped John by pressing his lips against John's. This time, the kiss wasn't rough and fast. It was soft and loving, the kind that sent both men tingling. The need for oxygen broke the kiss. Randy leaned his forehead against John's and looked into his eyes, loving what he was seeing.

"I love you, John . . . more than you could possibly imagine."

John smiled and leaned back in, pressing his lips gently against Randy's again. "I love you, too, Randy." John took his hand and started down the hallway again. "Now, let's get home and take a shower before we go to bed."

"I think we both know where that shower is going to lead to." Randy smirked.

"That is why we are perfect together, Randy. We can practically read each other's mind."