Thank you to all those who read the first few chapter, followed, favorited, and reviewed. Waldron82 bad boy Randy is my favorite too! RKO-Flavored_Skittles thank you for the reviews. I will try to update as much as possible! InYourHonour thank you for the kind words. Disclaimers and warnings are in the first chapter. My Punk muse unhappy with me right now he feels he is coming off too weak, meanwhile my Randy muse is thrilled and can't wait to truly get his hands on Punkers!
Chapter 3
A week later Punk moved gingerly through the back stage area of Raw heading towards his locker room. His thoughts were a jumbled mess however he remained on high alert, the pain in his ribs a constant reminder of what had happened the previous week. He was still unsure of who had attacked him and despite how much he racked his brain he could still not place the low whispered voice of his attacker. He pushed opened and locker room door thankful for his own locker room that night. He closed the door and swiftly locked it behind him. He glanced around the room taking a deep breath when he found it empty. Lowering himself down onto the couch he thought back to the previous week. Punk didn't have many friends in the locker room but he couldn't figure out who he had pissed off enough to attack him that violently.
Then there was Randal that was even more confusing they were not friends. Not by a long shot, he would go as far as to say they despised each other on their best days. They were polar opposites Randy hated Punk's straight edge life style and Punk detested Randy's choices, yet when he needed some help it was Randy who had been there. He taken care of Punk for the last week, Punk had awoken in Randy's room confused at first but once Randy came out of the bathroom bits and pieces came back to him. He had attempted to stand and leave thanking Randy in the process but the room spun and he was back on the bed before he realized it. Randy had taken the time to help him going as far as getting them both the week off from house shows and bringing Punk home to Chicago, then he stayed with him until Punk was able to get around on his own. He didn't understand why Randy would do any of this. Then there were the times he'd catch Randy staring at him and that was the most confusing of all, the predatory look in Randy's eyes caught him off guard, it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Not only did it make him feel like prey in the vipers line of vision, but he could have sworn it was a look of lust and that freaked him the hell out. Punk didn't take the time to define his sexuality but he had only dated women and never been attracted to a man so Randy's look slightly scared him.
Punk was pulled from his line of thought by a knock on the door. He wandered to the door leaning against it trying to steady his breathing "Who's there?" he called frowning at the shakiness in his voice. Get it together he thought to himself. You've had worse beatings then this and probably will again in the future. You have to stop letting this effect you so much.
"Punk open the door!" Punk sighed and pulled the door open raising an eyebrow at Cena. John stood there frowning at Punk his eyes quickly scanned the younger man "What the hell happened to you?" Punk sighed and turned to walk across the room sitting back on the couch.
"Nothing don't worry about it. I'm good, ready to go tonight. I'm sorry about bailing on you last week but something came up." John walked across the room and sat down beside of Punk. He angled his body to face the man beside him. He knew Punk well it had been a long road in order for them to become friends and at times that friendship was on shaky ground but during the time John had learned to read the guarded man and see through the bull shit and sharp tongue he was known for.
"You're fine? Really you have two black eyes although they appear to be fading, and what looks like a ton of other bruises including hand prints on your neck but your fine. Bullshit start talking Phil and don't bother lying I'm not buying it." Punk rolled his eyes he knew he was still bruised up and people would question it but he was hoping they would just gossip about it behind his back not openly call him out. He had tried to come up with a good cover story but had been unable to figure one out that was believable. He opened his mouth to respond when there was a light knock on the door and Randy poked his head in. Punk watched as Randy's silver blue eyes glanced briefly at him then focused on John with a venomous stare that confused Punk he thought John and Randy were friends.
"Cena" Randy said coldly, "sorry to interrupt but Phil here is needed so we can film our segment for later." Punk forced a quick smile and stood to follow Randy from the room. John watched them go bewildered but still wanting answers he planned to confront both of the men later he had a feeling Randy knew why Punk looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
Randy walked beside of Punk down the hallway watching the man constantly look around it was like his head was on a swivel stick. He was constantly on guard and someone how that made Randy feel exhilarated. He could see Punk weakening already, and soon it was going to be much worse. He reached over and place his hand on Punk's lower back rubbing gently. He saw him relax at the touch and had to keep the smirk hidden. "Relax Phil, I've got your back. No one is going to touch you as long as you are with me." Punk turned his head and gave him a small smile. He pulled Punk into a hug "You're safe with me Phil, you know that right?" Punk hugged the Randy tightly and nodded. "Now go do your promo I will be waiting right here when you are done." Randy pulled back and as Punk walked off he smirked and slapped Punks butt lightly. He watched as Punk jumped slightly but quickly scurried around the corner. He pulled out his phone and checked the messages smiling. His partner in crime was taking care of alienating everyone in Punk's life. Sending email's and text messages to the people in Punk's life lashing out at his love ones, friends, and family. Using the dummy phone he's created no one would be the wiser that it was not Punk in one of his hostile moods. Everyone knew Punk could isolated and that they just had to wait for the storm to blow over but this time Punk was none the wiser and when everyone in his life turned there back Randy would be the one to pick up the pieces.
It was around midnight when Randy heard the frantic knocking at his hotel room door. He smiled evilly and then quickly changed his expression to one or tiredness. He had been expecting Punk and knew he'd be on the other side of his door. He'd received pictures on his phone less then an hour ago from his partner who had trashed Punk's hotel room. Randy pulled open the door blinking at Punk "Phil?" he questioned. The older man scurried past Randy into his room. Turning and shoving Randy out of the way he shut the door quickly locking it. Randy could see the fear in his eyes and reached out pulling Punk close. "Calm down Phil, what's wrong? What happened?" He waited for Punk to stop shaking and to finally meet his eyes.
"I... I..." Punk took a deep breath before continuing "I just got back to the arena, and the whole time I was there I could have sworn someone was watching. Then went I got back to the hotel my key was missing so after arguing with the stupid man at the desk I finally get a key and when I got into my room it was trashed. Some cut up all my clothes, they broke a ton of stuff and wrote all over the walls. I didn't stay for all I knew he could still be in there. I can't go back can I please stay with you tonight. I'll sleep on the floor." Randy reached over and took Punk's hand holding it tightly.
"We should call the police Phil this isn't stopping you obviously need help." Punk shook his head no adamantly. Randy sighed at him dramatically. "Of course you can stay here, and you don't have to sleep on the floor you can share my bed. Everything will be fine I will go with you in the morning to check out the room." Randy saw Punk visibly relaxed and glanced down at the man's lips. The light glinted off his lip ring and Randy couldn't resist temptation, he leaned forward pressing his lips to Punk's. He felt the older man freeze but just continued to add pressure on the soft lips against his. He ran his tongue across Punk's lips nibbling slightly, he tugged on the piercing and felt Punk relax a little. He pulled Punk closer and pulled back long enough to look into the dazed eyes of CM Punk. "Let me explore that mouth of yours Phil." He didn't ask but demanding before latching his mouth onto Punk's again. Punk immediately followed Randy's orders and parted his lips allowing the Viper's tongue to explore the every inch of the cavity. Randy had a flash of thrusting something much better into Punk's mouth but knew he had to take it a little slower for right now. When Randy finally needed air he pulled back. Watching as the smaller man pulled in several mouthfuls of air still looking confused and something that made Randy smirk wickedly he could see desire in Punk's eyes. "Lay back" he demanded again in a tone that left no room for questions. Punk immediately complied and Randy lowered himself on top of the smaller man he went back to kissing him, loving the taste, his hands exploring Punks sides. He kissed Punk for several minutes when he needed to breath he explore Punk's neck and collar bone with his mouth sucking, licking and nipping. A few times causing small moans to tumble from Punks incredibly sexy lips. Punk was highly responsive to Randy's talented hands and mouth pressing himself against Randy his arms wrapping themselves around the apex predator's neck. He finally rolled off of him and glanced down seeing that Punk was hard he had to refrain himself from taking it any further. Slowly, this has to be slow he reminded himself if you want to win this game you must take your time. "Go get ready for bed Philip before this goes where you are not ready to take it." Punk stood and fled into the bathroom and Randy pulled out his phone. Plan's on track, good luck tomorrow don't get caught he texted his accomplice.
Punk was in the bathroom for several minutes before coming out the lights in the room were out and Randy was in the bed. Punk slid into the bed his back to Randy. He stared at the wall unsure if he was going to be able to sleep insomnia along with the stress was keeping him up all night. A few minutes later he tenses as Randy rolled over and wrapped his arms around him. Pulling Punk close he spooned the older man. It wasn't long before Punk's eyes closed and he fell into a heavy sleep feeling safe with the arms around him.