Diclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, but if anyone knows how I can get Punk, please let me know ;p

A/N: I've been fighting a mayor case of writers block, but as soon as I saw Punk's promo on Raw (epic people, that was the best promo ever) my muses started to wake up and I just had to write this one! It has spoilers of Raw 6/27/11 and yes, it has John Cena! Ah, I know, I know, I'm a sellout! Let me think what you think ;)

Born of Anger

CM Punk could feel his blood boiling through his veins; it was making him feel hot and feverish and as he walked with secure steps through the back corridors of the arena, he had the distinct feeling that everyone was watching him.

He didn't care, he was used to have people stealing tentative glances at him as he walked by and besides, if there was something he knew before going out in front of Las Vegas crow that night, it was that after he talked his talk and everything he has been harboring inside his chest would be out, people would not only stare after him, they were going to talk.

That has been his main goal, after all that morning he woke up with a 'fuck it all' attitude and he took advantage of it. He went, he talked his heart out in front of a live audience and surprise, surprise, production cut him off when he was getting to the good part and yeah, he also got suspended.

Actually, even though he has been expecting something like a suspension to happen, deep inside what he has been hoping was that his talk would rile people up to a point where they would stop whatever they were doing so they could think on his words and comprehend that it wasn't sour grapes what he was talking; he has been hoping that he could make the guys backstage take a look to their own positions in the company and prompt them into taking action against the tyranny that was Vince McMahon and the big advisors that encouraged him to keep everyone in the back but the golden boys buried.

But it didn't work like that, for all his efforts he just got an in front of everyone suspension, lots of people staring and a good deal of whispers behind his back. Ah, but fuck that, just the satisfaction of sitting in that ramp and say all the things he said was worth a suspension and more.

Or was it? He wasn't sure yet because even though it has been worth it in his mind, he was still mad about the suspension and he hoped this didn't get in the way for his title shot.

He definitely hoped that wouldn't be the case because more than anything in the world, he wanted to walk out of his contract being the Champion.

Tensing his jaw to a point where it was painful, the Straight Edge superstar quickened his steps until he finally got to the door of his locker room and without thinking it twice he kicked the wooden barrier as hard as his trained legs could. The door gave in immediately and snarling his lips he got inside the room to look for his stuff.

He couldn't deny it, he was riled up, he still felt like he had a lot of anger to let out and he wanted to go back there and finish his talk. He wanted everyone to listen, but inside those four walls that composed his locker room, there was no one who could hear him roar.

While he angrily threw all his belongings inside his open bag and without bothering to change into street clothes, Punk heard the door to his locker room being slammed hard against its frame and by instinct he turned around, settling his feet firm on the floor and getting mentally ready to fight whoever had the nerve to walk into his territory.

But as soon as his simmering olive green orbs caught the sight of the new comer, he relaxed his stance and rolled his eyes. "What the fuck do you want?"

The tall man in front of him lifted a hand to his face and ran his fingers through his clean shaven jaw. "Wow, Punk. That thing you said out there was really deep… I mean yeah I was kind of dazed and almost out of it, but did you just said that you like me a hell of a lot more than you like most of the guys back there?"

Tilting his head to the side, Punk pursed his lips and clenched his jaw. He was in no mood for this but why the fuck no? What else did he have to lose anyway? He already pissed off the big boss so why not take out his remaining anger against this one. "Yeah I said that, it was right before I called you out for kissing Vince McMahon's ass into making you his favorite golden boy and way before I said that I am better than you in everything I do."

Nodding, John Cena lifted both eyebrows and with his hand still on his jaw he smiled. "I see… and forgive my wondering mind but I honestly thought that you hated everyone in the back equally so I'm kind surprised about this… ah, why not, I'm even kind of flattered. You had your chance of tearing me a new one and even when you took a shoot at me, you said that you liked me. So," He said, clapping his hands together and resting his back against the closed door. "Since you seem to dislike The Rock more than you dislike me, does that mean you'll be sponsoring me at WrestleMania?"

"Don't go over yourself, Cena, the fact that I hate ninety percent of that locker room more than I dislike you doesn't mean that you are my favorite person ever. Quite the contrary, I don't like you and your 'Oh I'm so happy' demeanor and your stupid sense of humor makes me want to puke. I hate you and everything you represent and come July 17 I'll be more than happy to walk out of here never to see you again. Oh, and let's not forget to mention the fact that in that day I'll be walking out as the new WWE champion so you better start kissing that belt goodbye, Cena."

Smiling his dimply smile, John threw his hands up in the air. "Okay, okay, now I'm lost, first you like me and now you hate me. Make up your mind, Punk, because you are confusing me."

"I don't like you!" Punk snapped, feeling a new sense of anger rising up to new and dangerous levels. "Is that clear enough for your simpleton mind?"

"Sure, fine… let's leave it at that for now. The question here is, how are you planning to win my WWE championship when you probably won't even fight for it, I mean let me remind you that you are suspended and who knows, Vince may make that suspension last until July 18."

"He can't do that." Punk replied… when he was told that he was suspended he just assumed that it was going to be for the next Monday night Raw and it never crossed his mind that he could be suspended until his contract expired. "I earned my shoot at Money In The Bank and Cena, trust me on this one, I will compete and I'm going to win."

John smiled, his clear blue eyes sparkling as they looked straight into Punk's own eyes. "You earned it, but you threw everything away when you went out there running your mouth. You are not untouchable, Punk, and tonight Vince proved that to you."

"Oh yeah," The Chicago native said after letting out an un-amused chuckle. "I forgot that you are the untouchable one, you are Vince's number one ass kisser and why not, you probably are his favorite cock sucker as well. Why don't…"

Before Punk could finish talking, John took three big steps inside the room and once face to face with the younger man, he looked down to him and shook his head. The easy smile he has been sporting since he closed the door to the world was long gone and it its place was a serious pout. "I'm not anyone's cock sucker or ass kisser, everything I have in this company is because I busted my ass off to achieve it. I breathe and live WWE, I'm the first to arrive, the last to leave and I won't allow you or anyone else to say otherwise."

Looking straight into John's blues, the corners of Punk's lips twisted into a wicked grin. "Yeah, I heard you busted your ass off alright, in Vince office and down on your knees."

Before Punk could take satisfaction on the way Cena's eyes darkened in anger, the other man grabbed him by the edge of his shirt and slammed him hard against the wall. It took him by surprise and he gasped, but before he could say or do something about it he found himself trapped between the concrete and John's hard body. "Get your hands off of me." He hissed, his tone getting low and dark.

He didn't appreciate being pushed around and if John didn't let go of him, he was going to find out.

"Take that back, now." The older man growled, his grip on Punk getting tighter and stronger.

"Or else what, will you go running crying to Vince? You can't touch me now, Cena. Taken the fact that I'm indefinitely suspended, if you do as much as put a finger on me it will be assault and I'll make sure to provide you with at least one night behind bars. Maybe you'll enjoy it, there are a lot of Vinces in there waiting to see you bust your ass for them."

As soon as his words were out, John flashed Punk a smile. It was in that moment when the tattooed man realized that the champ was too damn close… so close that he could feel the heat his naked torso irradiated in huge waves trespassing the Stone Cold shirt he was wearing and slipping through his pores. "Keep saying that, and I'll be the one busting your ass."

Punk blinked, tilting his head and flashing a smile of his own. "You wish, Cena, but that's not going to happen. Besides, what would all the kids around the world think if they listen to the great John Cena talking like that? That's definitely not the PG you managed to push down everyone's throat."

"You know what, Punk? Let me give you a news flash. Tonight you sat there whining and complaining about Vince and the WWE Universe not appreciating the grandeur you claim to have in you… I mean yeah, I have to admit that you are damn good at what you do, but do you even realize that you've been giving more than what's been given to a big part of that locker room you claim to hate so much? In six years you've been the champ how many times, three? That's more than what a guy like Christian has, he's been in this business for seventeen years and he's been WWE champ just one time and just for a couple of days. You sat there crying for no reason because let's face it, you are in every Raw taping, you main even and yes you put out great matches, but do you even realize that guys like Zack Ryder rarely make it to Raw? Or are you aware that we have great underutilized talent as Evan Bourne jobbing to everyone or that we just lost Chavo?" He chuckled, pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue before keeping on with his talk. "Of course, the only man who's ever won two consecutive money in the bank matches in one year doesn't take notice of that because he's too busy complaining about his spot in the company."

"I can't fight everyone's fight but my own and that's what I'm doing. Or what, do you think you are the big shit just because you occasionally whisper in Vince ears to let one of those guys share your spotlight, or is it that you feel better than anyone because…"

Cutting him off, the Champ closed the distance that separated both their faces and before Punk could react to it he covered his lips firmly with his. It was a rudimentary kiss full of repressed ire that lasted only a couple of seconds; he didn't even have time to register in his brain what just happened. Did John Cena kiss him?

It sure felt like it, and even though the contact was brief and rough, Punk had enough time to drink on the warmness of John Cena's lips claiming his own. It was a pleasant surprise that didn't last enough…

Once it was done, John finally let go of him and stepped back, his eyes refusing to leave the greens of Punks as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "I want to fight you at Money In The Bank and I'll make sure it happens." With that said, John eyed Punk over and as soon as he came in he was out, leaving nothing but the phantom of his lips covering Punk's.

Yeah… he wanted to fight Cena… he wasn't going to go out in peace if that didn't happen…

TBC?