CM Punk and Dolph Ziggler in How to Be a Tease

Ziggler was taking every opportunity he could. Punk could have been pissed about the way Ziggler's hands tended to stray during the matches they had, and they had a lot of those. He seemed to be booked in more matches at the house shows against Ziggler than any other man on the roster leading up to the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view.

He could have been pissed and could have made Ziggler pay for it by beating the shit out of him but he'd realized that there was a much easier and much better way to achieve that. He did have an advantage over Ziggler, after all. The man had already admitted that he wanted Punk, and so far Punk hadn't reciprocated in the slightest.

Punk figured he could quite possibly drive Ziggler insane by just allowing the lingering touches and delivering a few of his own. It couldn't go too far, of course. Even though the cameras weren't rolling during the house shows, they were still in front of an audience and Punk made sure that it was just enough.

It started during a house show about a week before Elimination Chamber was supposed to take place. During the initial lock up, Punk drove Ziggler into one corner and then followed himself. He pressed the entire length of his body against Ziggler's

When he broke away from Ziggler, waiting until the referee almost reached the five count, he was smirking. Ziggler stayed in the corner for a moment, a look of surprise on his face before it slowly changed into a smirk of his own.

After that, the game was definitely on.

The match began to degenerate into something close to foreplay but they still fought. In fact, Punk thought the best form of foreplay had to be kicking Ziggler upside the head and then eventually gaining the pin fall.

The problem, of course, was that Ziggler was getting to him a bit as well. Punk had expected it. It'd been a while since he'd been with someone and he hadn't been lying to John. He did like Ziggler. Still, it was worth it when he saw the look on Ziggler's face as he backed up the ramp after his win.

He only wondered briefly if any of the fans watching them had caught on to what had just gone down but doubted they had. Wrestling required men to roll around on the mat and have their hands all over each other no matter what the match.

Plus, he just didn't really care. People could think what they wanted about him. And he was having way too much fun messing with Ziggler.

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Dolph was…well, frustrated. The 'match' that had just happened between he and Punk had left him that way and he'd stormed backstage as soon as he had been able to recover from Punk's finisher. He had given as good as he'd gotten, at least during most of the match and he was sure that he was getting to Punk but obviously not as much as he'd wanted if Punk wasn't seeking him out and not the other way around.

He eventually went to shower and change, pulling on one of his favorite pink shirts and slacks, his mind still on Punk and that match. He spent a bit more time than usual in the shower because of it. Punk had broken out a few submissions that had required him to wrap his thighs around first, Dolph's neck and second, his waist.

When he came out of the shower, the first thing he did was look around the locker room for Punk. He had originally wanted to make Punk chase after him but after that match, it was obvious that Punk was a bit bolder than Dolph had thought he would be.

He'd expected Punk to be angry at the invasion of his personal space, and he had been at first. He hadn't expected the almost playful teasing that he had gotten tonight. He'd underestimated Punk.

Not that he was complaining, exactly. This definitely made things a lot more interesting and it only made him want Punk more. He could always appreciate someone who knew how to play the game that he'd set up. He was damn good at winning, however, and he was going to this time as well.

He finally did find Punk in the hallway, speaking to an employee. His bag was on his back, and he was dressed in his street clothes, black hoodie included. Dolph started over to him, grabbed his arm and spun Punk to face him.

He glared first at the man that Punk had been talking to until he scurried away. "So, you playing me now?" Dolph asked when they were alone.

Punk's eyes widened and the false innocence in his expression was exaggerated enough that Dolph almost felt the urge to laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do." Dolph's frustration bled away and he stepped, once again, into Punk's personal space. "You were teasing me. Why? Thought you didn't want anything to do with me?"

"Who says I do?" Punk asked, a smirk forming on his face once again. "Maybe you're just fun to mess with."

"Oh, come on. I could tell I was getting to you just as much as you were getting to me."

"You could tell, huh?" Punk raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. You're the one who came looking for me."

"Maybe but someday soon, you're going to be the one looking."

Punk's eyes shone with amusement. "Is that a challenge?"

"Oh, no. That's a promise," Dolph stated. "I'll make sure of it."

Punk leaned forward but their lips did not connect. Instead he leaned close to Dolph's ear. "We'll see." He turned, and walked away then. Dolph watched him go with a grin on his face.

Oh, yes. This was going to be fun