Hey. Decided to change things up a little. Hope you like it. c:

Pairing: Punk/Orton.

Rating: T

Warnings: Slash, abuse, mentions of abuse, and swearing.

Punk winced in pain as his boyfriend, Mark, punched him square in the face. They were backstage at the Allstate Arena in Chicago for WWE.

"What did I tell you about flirting with other guys?" Mark spat, slapping Punk's face.

"It wasn't flirting, I swear," Punk cried.

"Shut the fuck up," Mark shouted, punching him in the mouth.

Punk's mouth was a bloody mess. Mark grabbed Punk by the neck. Little did they know that another person was with them.

"Stop," a familiar voice called.

Mark lost his grip on Punk's neck, causing both of them to look in the direction the voice came from. It was the least expected of all people. This was Punk's enemy for God knows how long. Randal Keith Orton.

Punk was still trying to catch his breath from the series of events that have just occurred. Randy pulled Punk away from Mark, and he stood in front of him.

"Touch him again and mark my words, I'll be the last thing you see," Randy hissed. "Come on," Randy told Punk, leading him to the locker room, leaving Mark in all of his wrongness.

Randy and Punk entered the locker room.

"Tell me. What happened?" Randy asked.

"I don't see why the hell you would care," Punk retorted. "Why do you want to help me? We've been enemies for fucking ever."

Randy sighed. "Just wanted to help."

"But why, Randal, why?" Phil snapped.

"Why?" Randy repeated. "I'm not all that bad, Punk."

Randy reached for Punk's beat up mouth. "He busted your lip."

Punk just nodded in response.

"Why'd he do this to you?" Randy asked.

"He was saying some shit that I was flirting with other guys," Punk replied.

"He really hurt you," Randy stated.

"No shit," Punk said.

"But I wouldn't hurt you," Randy mumbled, but Punk heard.

Randy's hand moved to Punk's cheek, his icy blue eyes meeting his hazel ones. Randy was already leaning in, but Punk pushed him away.

"What the fuck, Randy?" Punk shouted.

"I'm sorry," Randy said. "Just trying to help."

"I just need some time," Punk sighed.

"Take all the time you need. I'll wait for you," Randy replied, and just like that, Randy left the locker room.

Hope you all like it and expect more Punkton. :D I don't know if I should continue or leave this a oneshot. Review with your thoughts. (: