Thanks for the reviews peoples!

Of we go again, this story is actually getting kind of interesting once I work out well where it's going to go. Ah hell, I'm never going to work that out.

Don't forget, Joey is Joey when I'm writing about him, but Adam when John is talking about him. Confusing I know, but I might figure out another way to go about it soon.

I own no one involved, they all belong to the WWE.

The sunlight filtering into the room splashed against John's face, stirring him from his horrible night of sleep. He sighed softly as he sat up, glancing down at Joey. He glared slightly at the sleeping form of the man before standing up and heading to the bathroom. He showered carefully before getting dressed, his mind set on getting away from Joey for a while. He left the room quietly after he was ready, and walked down the hall, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hooded jacket. He sighed as he came to a stop outside of Phil's door, staring at the door quietly before knocking; hoping Phil was still in there.

Inside the room, Phil growled softly when he was woken by a series of knocks on his door. He groaned as he climbed out of his bed. He staggered over to the door, opening it after struggling to get the door unlocked.

"John," he yawned softly, "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry to wake you," said John gently, "Can I come in?"

Phil nodded, stepping aside. John walked into the room and sat down on the bed, watching Phil. Phil walked over to him, stopping in front of him. He stared silently at the other man, frowning at the tiredness he saw reflected in John's eyes.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked worriedly.

John sat silently, looking off in the distance before speaking, his gaze avoiding Phil, "He hurt me last night," he said simply.

Phil could feel anger surge through his body at the very thought of someone hurting John. Why it bothered, he wasn't quite sure. He just knew it did and that he wanted to storm over to Joey's room and kill the man.

"Where did he hurt you?" asked Phil soothingly, surprising himself when he noticed how calm he was while he was completely pissed within.

John stood up from the bed, tugging down the top of his pants. Phil startled slightly, his mind thinking to something else before he realized that John was showing him his entire abs and waist. He frowned as his eyes washed over John's perfect abs, well once perfect abs. A series of teeth marks and scratch marks covered John's otherwise flawless skin. The markings covered the entire section of abs and went down along John's waist and hips, earning a deeper frown from Phil.

"It looks like he tried to eat you," he said softly, his eyes falling on a few scratches that were caked with dried blood.

John chuckled faintly, moving to pull his pants back up but stopped when he felt Phil's hand wrapping round his wrist. He stared at Phil silently as he felt Phil's fingers slowly touch his abs, trailing down his stomach slowly before going around his hips, a series of shudders coursing through his body at the touch.

"Hurt," John whispered softly when he felt Phil's fingers touch a rather recent cut. Phil frowned slightly at the simple word before pulling his hand away, stepping back a few steps from John. He sat himself down on the bed, pulling John down next to him. He wrapped his arms loosely around John, laying his head against the back of John's head.

They sat like that in silence for a while, both of them just enjoying each other's company before a series of knocks pulled them out of their little world and back into reality. Phil rose from the bed carefully and walked over to the door, opening it without a second thought. There, standing in a fit of rage, was Joey. He walked into the room without permission, grabbing John roughly around the arm.

"Ow, Adam!" groaned John, yanking his arm away from the other man, "What is your problem?"

Joey whipped around to look at him, a dark glare on his face, "You weren't suppose to leave our room baby," he responded before looking over at Phil, "Least of all to see this jackass!"

Phil glared back at him, opening his mouth to say something but stopping when he saw John speak up instead.

"Phil is not a jackass," said John softly, "He's nice!"

Joey rolled his eyes before grabbing John's arm, slightly looser than before and dragging him off. John tried to grab onto Phil, but was unable to. Phil watched John being dragged away, but he knew better than to follow. He stood, fuming at his door, not even noticing anyone watching him.

"You sure don't like that guy do you," said Serena, popping up at Phil's side, "You know, I could help yu get rid of him."

Phil turned his head, looking at the woman. A devilish smirk rose to his lips, mirroring the one on her lips.

"Sounds about right to me," he said, leading Serena into his room and shutting the door so no one could hear what they were planning.

Meanwhile, John stared at Joey, confusion written on his face. Once they had gotten a few doors away from Phil's room, Joey had calmed down and changed to holding John's hand as opposed to dragging him along. The entire thing confused John greatly, though he was slowly beginning to understand as he watched Joey smile happily to anyone they past.

Upon reaching their room again, John stayed silently as Joey led him into the room, hoping that Joey didn't really want anything from him. He was wrong though when the door shut and Joey turned on him, that anger once more in his eyes.

"You really need to learn to not disobey me," stated Joey, shoving John down on the bed. He pulled a belt out of his bag then turned to John, shoving John down on his stomach on the bed. "Maybe this will teach you."

John felt his body tense up in a few seconds before he felt the hard snap of the leather hitting his back. He screamed out in pain, his legs thrashing around but he was unable to connect with anything. Instead, he felt another belt being tied around his ankles, holding his legs together. He then watched as Joey placed another one around his wrists and tied a piece of cloth over John's mouth.

"Let's try this one more time," stated Joey as he swung the belt around, smacking it against the stinging back of John. He chuckled darkly as he watched the smooth skin on John's back slowly being to welt over, and turn red. He didn't even notice the tears racing down John's cheeks as he whipped the belt across John's back a few more times.

He then threw the belt aside and grabbed John, yanking him off the bed. He tossed him over by the window, and left him there as he fled the room, deciding for now that John should be punished with solitude.