Okay guys, here's the new chapter. Sorry for the wait. I'm having the crappiest internet connection ever and power cuts where I live at due to strong winds and floods. So it's really difficult for me to update or do anything. Please bear with me. Also, I'm having an exam next month so, updates may be slow, but you never know with me. I might surprise you. Anyways, this chapter is longer than the previous ones, hope you'd like it. And if you have any ideas don't hesitate to comment on them. I'm open to your suggestions.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything except the plot.

Warning- slash M/M, kissing, swear words and stuff. Kind of non-con but not exactly.

R & R

Chapter 5

Everything was now complicated. Why did Dwayne have to be like this? The phone call was something he had not expected. He had never thought Dwayne would call him. Dwayne ordered him to come and meet him, within an hour. John tried to bail out, saying he had important work to do. Of course, Dwayne didn't believe it.

Who was he trying to fool? Dwayne was a Co owner of the company; he would most certainly know where he went or what work he was doing. He didn't out right lie to Dwayne. He really had some autograph signings to do, but it was something that could wait. Dwayne knew this as well.

The man had threatened him and Randy. "If you know what's good for you and Orton, you'd be here within the next sixty minutes" Dwayne had said.

He was ordered to get there within the next sixty some minutes, but here he was, in some car park, thinking over everything when he was already two hours late. He wouldn't have worried too much if it was Vince, who he was dealing with. Dwayne certainly was not Vince. Dwayne would obviously lash out at him. Nowadays, the man knew nothing else than to lash out.

Dwayne had reminded him of the contract and then threatened Randy. It was not necessary to remind him of that or threaten Randy. Dwayne must be getting a real pleasure out of torturing him like this.

He sighed and leaned against the car seat, his hands still resting on the steering wheel, his eyes staring into the outer space. This was getting difficult day by day and he had more than a year until the wrestlemania match. Even after that what were his chances of walking out of this unscathed?.

John knew their meeting was bound to happen. It was already two weeks now since they had signed the contract. Dwayne had never called him within these two weeks until now. He was grateful for that. The waiting was always killing him, the anticipation and dread was eating him alive. But it was way better than meeting Dwayne personally.

He needed some time to calm down, to think over everything. He couldn't face the accusing eyes of Dwayne, he just couldn't. Last time Vince had been with him, thus it was not that difficult, to face the situation. However, now he was all alone, without anybody's support.

There was Randy, always watching out for him, but he couldn't discuss these problems with Randy. He couldn't take Randy down the guilt road. He gave up so much for the younger man to keep him out of trouble , therefore, he was not willing to drag him into this mess his life has become.

This was not only about their relationship, John knew that. Dwayne was not out for revenge over his so called betrayel. . Dwayne believed that he had back stabbed him.

He never back stabbed Dwayne or cheated on him. Why couldn't he just realize that? Dwayne hadn't even given him a chance to prove his innocence. He had just punished him, then and he was punishing him now.

Just one chance, that's all he needed. He had not asked for much. He had never asked too much of Dwayne. Hell, he hadn't asked for anything except love, affection and understanding from Dwayne.

XxXxX

He watched the guys in the backstage area, who were immensely engaged in their conversations. Raw was about to start in a few hours. Dwayne, Hunter, Shawn, Shane, and Dave, Jericho was there. And then there was fucking Lesnar, Hunter's golden boy, who constantly terrorized the roster. None of those guys knew about him and Dwayne, except Shane.

He needed to talk with Dwayne. Dwayne despised him. He could tell by the looks he was giving him, a look of pure hatred and disgust. He averted his eyes away unable to bear the heat of his accusing eyes. He knew what Dwayne was thinking; the man thought he had cheated on him with Randy.

How wrong he was, He never cheated on Dwayne and it hurt him a lot knowing Dwayne didn't trust him. He had tried to call Dwayne, since last night only to find the phone to be switched off. He needed to explain himself, to tell the whole story of him and Randy.

"Look here guys; it's the little punk, John Cena "He was greeted with Hunter's sarcastic insults as he walked in there. "You have guts to come here kid." Hunter stood up and walked near him.

"Look, I came here only to speak with Dwayne.I don't want trouble. "He said, trying to get past Hunter. When did he ever make an enemy out of Hunter?

"Oh, really boy? What do you have to speak with Dwayne? He doesn't know you and neither do we. So get the hell out of here while you can."

He ignored Hunter. "Dwayne, please I need to talk to you. " He started to fall hard as Dwayne just sat there without saying anything.

"Do I know you?" His whole world stopped at this one question. Dwayne had made him a stranger in a second. He didn't even see Hunter move away with a strange expression. He didn't see or feel anything. How could he ask a question like that?

Don't do this now Dwayne, not in front of everybody. He wanted to plead, say that out loud, but his voice had disappeared.

"Guys, can you give us a minute." He heard Dwayne say, maybe there was hope after all.

The other guys slowly started to stand up from their respectful seats, all their faces full of confusion. But, nobody protested, not even Hunter.

Most of them walked past him, except Hunter, Shane and Lesnar. Hunter just gave him a strange look, a mixture of concern and confusion. Eventually he too walked away, Shane followed behind, his smirk went unnoticed by both men. Lesnar walked away last, scowling at him openly. For some fucking weird reason Lesnar hated him. He didn't even know the guy.

"You've got five minutes. What have you to say to me? "Dwayne's voice was full of malice.

"Dwayne, yesterday, nothing happened with me and Randy, Please Believe me. What you saw is not as it seemed to be, I didn't sleep with Randy...

"Where were you until now John?

"I..I was with Randy." He said quietly, knowing it wouldn't help his condition a bit.

"Why didn't you come yesterday John? Oh yeah, you were with Orton. I guess that answers all my questions. Stop lying to me John.. I know what I saw, I saw you with him on the bed. Are you telling me that it was a lie? Are you telling me that I imagined that? Why did you do it John? Why? Didn't I give you enough love?" Dwayne came forward and grabbed him by his shirt, "Tell me damnit! "

"Dwayne" John tried to touch his face to get him to listen, but failed to no avail as Dwayne chuckled bitterly and pushed him backwards, making him stumble on his own legs. Why did Dwayne do this to him? He was supposed to trust him, not question him. His strong composer slowly started to fade away along with his confidence, but he was not going to give up.

"You gave me everything Dwayne; nobody could love me like you do. You're the only one in my life. I didn't sleep with him. I love you Dwayne, believe me. There's nobody else in my life other than you. Randy is very dear to me, but he's a brother to me, nothing more. I couldn't leave him there alone Dwayne. HE NEEDED ME."

He tried to keep his voice strong, but was not sure if he was succeeding. This was not happening to him. "Randy was ill Dwayne, he needed b...

Dwayne laughed , but it came out more as a choked sob. "So do you sleep with your brothers John, do you sleep with them when they are sick? Don't fucking lie to me. You know John, I trusted you, more than anybody else in the world... You were my soul...my other half... I thought you were perfection, I thought I found the right person in my life...

His voice trailed off. Dwayne was hurt, just like him. What had happened to them? This was only a misunderstanding.

... But, I was so wrong. You betrayed me...You couldn't have hurt me in another worse possible way John. You couldn't have deceived me in another cruel way..."

John tried to speak., he was breaking slightly on the inside as he listened to him.

"Why can't you trust me Dwayne? I never asked anything from you. . Please…trust me...listen to my side of the story..."

"No. don't say anything. I don't trust you" Dwayne raised a finger and pointed threateningly.

"Now you listen, John. Don't ever cross my path again. Same goes for Orton. You shouldn't have played this game with me John, you shouldn't have involved me. You should know better than to involve me in your little schemes and plans."

Something in him died as Dwayne let those three words out. How can simple words make such a difference in a short time? "I don't trust you" Those words played like a broken record inside his mind.

He gripped Dwayne's shoulder tightly. "Don't do this to me Dwayne. Please... I don't deserve this punishment. Give me a chance to speak. "A small tear escaped his eyes followed by another. He felt he was fighting a lost cause; he could only plead with the other man.

"It doesn't matter what you have to say Cena. hope to god that you'd never meet me again. I'll hurt you bad if that ever happens. I'm letting this go because I loved you dearly once. Don't ever cross paths with me again. If that ever happens I'll have you and Orton fired. Do you want that to happen?

John stood there in front of Dwayne unable to do anything, his words playing inside his mind. He was not sure what hurt most, was it Dwayne's use of his catchphrase to silence him or the last name calling or was it a combination of everything he had said so far? It didn't matter what it was, it did the damage. He was hurt by all the words Dwayne had said so far. He let go of Dwayne's shoulder and took two three steps back, nearly tripping over his own legs. He was shaking now; His chest burning like he was in some kind of fire.

It only intensified when Dwayne's eyes showed no sign of understanding or affection. His heart broke at that. He couldn't hate the other man for not trusting him.

He couldn't let any harm come to Randy either. How could he choose? He couldn't let anything happen to Randy. Dwayne was considered as a son of Vince, therefore he knew the power Dwayne had over everybody. Randy had enough problems to deal with, being in the line of unemployment list was not going to help him in the least way. Dwayne didn't know about Randy's recent drug problems, or his overdose that nearly killed him last night. Last night Randy nearly died. He was all ready to tell Dwayne about everything, but now Dwayne didn't even want to listen to him.

Dwayne's fury was like hell fire, never stopping to see reason. He was already burning in it, could he let Randy burn in it too? Dwayne had already made him and Randy guilty in his own court, there was no changing his mind. Dwayne had given him a choice.

"Leave Randy out of this. This is between you and me. I'll never cross your path again Dwayne… I give you my word." His voice broke as he said that.

They both didn't see the third figure, who was watching them with a sadistic smile on his face.

XxXxX

John closed his eyes tightly, as the memory swept over him. He was still hurting badly from that day; that was the day he gave up for the first time in his life, the day his Dwayne accused him of sleeping with another man, who was nothing more than a beloved brother to him. That night he gave his word to Dwayne, he was never to cross paths with the older man again.

He did it for Randy, a man he considered a brother. He couldn't have lived with himself if he had gotten Randy fired. He would have tried to prove his innocence, had not Dwayne threatened him with Randy.

His life was empty, there was nothing inside him to make him feel warm or happy, just despair and unhappiness swirled around him.

Even after those harsh accusations and confrontations, He still couldn't stop loving Dwayne.

Dwayne was his only weakness and purpose in life. He was angry at himself for loving a man who hated him, angry at Dwayne for not trusting him. Why didn't he trust him?

The screeching tires of a vehicle brought him back to reality. He needed to go now. A sudden Tiredness possessed his body and mind. Although, he was many hours late he knew he couldn't ignore Dwayne's orders. He could only hope Dwayne wouldn't be too much pissed.

XxXx

John was standing in front of the office room door, thinking of all the possibilities of what would happen once he enters the room. One thing he was sure of, it wouldn't be pleasant.

This was the same room where Dwayne had pinned him against the door and threatened him. Holding his hand out to the door knob, he couldn't find the courage to twist it open.

"Damnit. What's wrong with me? "he mumbled to himself.

It's not like Dwayne would do something to him. Even if Dwayne decided to cross the boundaries he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Dwayne. He didn't fear the physical pain. He feared the emotional pain, which Dwayne caused him with simple words.

If he entered the room, he knew he would be subjected to new verbal attacks and threats. Maybe that was the reason why he couldn't find courage to open the door, and it didn't help that he was already two, three hours late. Also, he knew that he couldn't stay outside any longer. Letting out a heavy sigh, he twisted the door knob open.

Slowly taking two three steps inside, his eyes roamed around the room searching for the love of his life. Finally, he spotted the tall man seated on the table. Dwayne was not aware that he was inside the room; he was far too engrossed in a phone call to notice that.

This was something he had not expected to see. As much as he wanted to get out of the room, his legs didn't even budge from where he stood.

"Yeah, Everything is perfect just as I wanted... Everything's playing out as I want.. Everything's fine…I'll be returning soon…I'm going to destroy him…...He will pay…I know ...I know what I'm doing…I'll make him fucking miserable"

His breath hitched in his throat as Dwayne let those words out. Those words were ripping his soul apart. How far gone was Dwayne? Did he hate him this much? He was sure Dwayne was talking about him. Who was on the other side of the line? He was feeling sick to his stomach as unwanted emotions overwhelmed him. He needed to get out of there.

"I'll speak to you later"

XxXxX

"What the hell are you doing? "

John halted onto the spot, hating the power Dwayne had over him. His voice was enough to stop him on his tracks and send shivers down his spine. This was the second time in a row, where Dwayne had spoken to him while he had tried to leave a room.

Why did his luck always abandon him when he needed it? Or maybe luck was never a luxury he had, to begin with. John took a deep breath to ease his tenseness, and with that he faced Dwayne.

"I was going to...I... uh..." what was he supposed to say? That he was overwhelmed to a point where he couldn't stay in the room anymore? Therefore, he stopped at saying nothing. He had nothing to say, he knew that and Dwayne knew that as well. The dark glint in his eyes showed how much he was enjoying this.

"Do you know what time it's now? "

Dwayne stood up from the table and took some predatory steps towards him. He was the perfect prey in Dwayne's little hunting game. John didn't have an answer to that either.

He knew where Dwayne was going with this. The tiredness he had felt earlier was coming back. He was too tired to fight with Dwayne. Why couldn't Dwayne just end it now? It would be so much easier for both of them.

"Just End this " Before he could stop himself, the words left his mouth. Maybe it was the tiredness that made him do it. But, deep down inside he knew what he said was what he needed. He needed this to end.

"You know I've nothing to say to any of your questions. What do you want with me Dwayne? Do you want me gone from the company? Is that it? Just say it. Hell, you're a co owner now, so you could fire me on the spot. Do it. Just... end this. "

Dwayne's eyes bored onto his, scanning him, examining him, though, the dark glint in his eyes were now gone, his face lacked any readable expression.

"Get out" Dwayne ordered in a steady calm tone.

"Just end this...please" He was tired of playing this game

"Take this and get your pathetic self out of here John" Throwing a file at him Dwayne ordered again, this time in a "don't fuck with me" tone.

If it weren't for his quick reflexes he wouldn't have catched the file at all. With the file on his left hand,he took some steps forward clenching and unclenching his fists. Why did he always do this to him? This time he couldn't control his anger, and he knew he would most certainly regret it.

"You know what is pathetic, Dwayne, it's you. You, hide behind the power. You can't do a thing to me without it. You know what else is pathetic besides that?

The air in the room filled with tension, the calmness in the room long gone, they stood nose to nose; their bodies almost touching each other. John practically felt the body heat that was radiating from Dwayne. The other man was angry.

Dwayne's eyes were sending daggers at him, but he was too far gone to care. The intimidating man didn't budge from where he stood , he was not going to backdown either.

"..It's pathetic how you still hold onto something that happened almost seven years ago. So don't call me pathetic, it's you who is pathetic"

He couldn't say another word than that; the next thing he knew was Dwayne hauled him from the shoulders and slammed him against the table. His lower back hit a corner of the table, forcing a gasp out of him, and he tightly closed his eyes to breath the pain away.

The shock of the sudden attack was nothing, compared with what happened next. Dwayne pressed his lips onto his with full power and forcefulness, before he could push away the older man away Dwayne pinned his wrists onto the table and pressed himself against his body.

Dwayne's teeth dug into his soft lower lip, biting it enough to cause pain without drawing blood, he hissed at the pain that shot through him and that moment was enough for Dwayne to have full access to his mouth. Dwayne slid his tongue into his mouth exploring every inch of his mouth roughly.

He was hit with a new wave of emotions. God, he had missed Dwayne's touch, his warmth. A small touch of Dwayne was like heaven to him, no matter how rough it was. There was no love in it; he felt that, from the way Dwayne held him, bruising his wrists, to a point where he was sure there will be marks. He tried to move a bit, to make the position a bit comfortable; his back was killing him by now. But Dwayne's hold on him was firm and his entire weight was on him, plus John was afraid the man would move away, he didn't want that to happen. He would let the older man have his way with him. Desperately trying to savor the moment, he kissed him back eagerly. Their tongues clashed together; he slowly let Dwayne dominate him, he wanted to touch the older man, to pull him a little closer, but didn't dare to free his wrists.

Dwayne was surprised when John kissed him back with so much...passion. It reminded him of their old times. But so much had changed between them within the years. There was no going back again.

Dwayne didn't care for John. Not anymore. He just wanted to hurt the bastard for hurting him. John should have left the office when he had the chance. Instead of doing that he talked back to him.

Dwayne needed to prove his point; he didn't need power to do anything. He was going to prove it. John was now looking at him with...was it longing? Dwayne increased the pressure on his wrists, making John grimace in pain. He was mildly surprised when John didn't protest. Why was the man not protesting? He expected at least some kind of protest or struggle. Even though, it was a bit disturbing to see Cena so willing, he needed John to be like this, just so he could prove his point. He went back to kiss him on the already swollen and bruised lips. No, he didn't care for young man. Atleast, he tried to convince himself by repeating that over and over in his mind.

This was torture to him. If he could embrace Dwayne, pull him a little closer and wrap his hands around him… He slightly closed his eyes and let the thoughts fly, Dwayne kept nipping and sucking on his lips and then he moved onto kiss him on the neck, John tilted his head a little, so Dwayne could have better access.

He was an emotional mess now. He didn't want this, no he needed Dwayne, but not in this way. Not without any love or affection. He wanted the other man to hold him, love him and kiss him with affection, not out of hatred, hell he didn't even know what they were doing now. But he didn't want this to end either. Dwayne was right. He was pathetic... Was that what he was trying to prove? He felt Dwayne's hand travel down to his stomach drawing circles under his shirt, all the while keeping his firm grip on his wrists with one hand and still managing to keep his assault on his neck. It didn't take longer for Dwayne's hand to trail down to his waist. Dwayne was taking this to the next level, he felt the warm hand travel down to his belt slowly trying to unbuckle it. John was now on the verge of an emotional breakdown. He couldn't stop the older man from doing this, his body was responding to Dwayne's every touch, but his heart was sinking down with every minute that passed. To avoid a tear he closed his eyes. Suddenly, everything stopped, before he could even fathom what was happening, Dwayne moved away from him.

He felt the loss of warmth instantly; this was just what he feared. Even if there was no affection, he still craved that touch. He stayed there a couple of seconds relieved that Dwayne stopped doing this to him, but at the same time he felt drained. He laid there, still his eyes closed, then he straightened himself, and winced as slight pain ran through his lower back where the table's sharp corner had met with, and his wrists had bruises just like he had expected.

He tried to focus on what had transpired between them. His mind was still fuzzy with what happened. What ulterior motive did Dwayne have now?

"You know John, You're disgusting..."

"Dwayne, don't" John said trying to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, I'm not done John. You're pathetic, and disgusting you didn't even push me away John. You gave yourself willingly to me. Can't you see? I don't need power, to do anything to you. You did everything on your own accord. Are you that desperate John? Doesn't Orton satisfy your needs anymore? I never thought you'd be this much of a slut John"

The words hit John like a blow to his gut. He couldn't take it anymore. He could take any insult Dwayne threw at him, but he couldn't take that. John lunged at Dwayne with every intention of punching him across the face, and at the same time the door to the office opened.

"What's going on in here?"

TBC

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