Cena and Punk looked at the champion in frustration. She sighed and stared back at them blankly. "You would have a problem with me bringing in Orton? Seriously? Tell me. Speak."
Punk was the first to speak up. "I would have a problem. I know how Orton is, and I can't fathom that I can accommodate, when he gets one of his feelings. There was a reason he and I didn't work, there was a reason he and Cena didn't work. We hate the idea of you sneaking around on us, but at the same time, remember, I was here before, when it was us, and Reigns, and Ambrose. I know how good you are at making all parts work as one, but c'mon. I feel kind of like he just butted in, or something."
"He sees that dominant side of you, and wants to kick us out so he can have you all to himself. Well, that's not going to happen on my watch." Cena cracked his knuckles.
"Guys, guys!" the champion interrupted. She rubbed her temples and sighed. "Okay, maybe he is trying to put the moves on, and maybe there is a sort of attraction there between us." Punk started to protest, only to stop as the champion continued. "If I make it clear to Orton it is either join us or go away and leave us alone, Will you be okay with it? I seriously don't think he could break us apart. I think he would be good for this little family. Remember last time? When Cena was commanding you to dominate me? It felt off. I think Orton is the piece we have been missing. "
Cena sighed. "When he tops, it is a thing of beauty. But there are times when he wants things that I can't give."
"We do only have this one life. After that, nothing. I say we invite the snake over, and see how it goes. "
Cena reluctantly agreed, and it was decided between the three of them, that they would bring Orton in to their little circle.
The next night on Raw, Orton sat in the locker room with a smug grin. He knew it was only a matter of time before Punk and Cena came in. They would be scowling deeply, no doubt, angry at Orton for his sudden intrusion into their lives. He could almost feel the anger from where he sat.
The locker room door opened, and in walked Cena and Punk. Orton looked at them for a moment and furrowed his brows. They didn't seem angry or bitter. What he saw in their eyes was not envy, but reluctant acceptance, as they nodded wordlessly at him. He dashed from the room with a confused expression. How had she been able to convince both that it was a good idea to bring him in? He slowed to a trot, eventually ambling around backstage, waiting until it was time for their segment.
The champion caught Orton in the hallway, and was slightly amused at the confused expression he sported as he glanced back towards the locker room.
"Surprised that my pets are so well behaved?" she asked with a smirk.
"I guess I thought they would be angry, or at least –I don't know- pissed a little."
She stepped closer to him. "They are very well trained. I meet their needs. I could meet yours too." She stepped away. "Or not. Room 612 tonight. "She said nothing more and walked away.
That night, Orton jogged down the hotel's sixth floor trying not to break into a run. "606, 608,610…" he said to himself. He came to an abrupt stop directly in front of the door. 612. He took a deep breath and knocked. Cena answered the door in nothing but the harness, hiding his lower half behind the door. Orton entered and Cena closed the door, wordlessly escorting his friend to the bedroom. He paused as he entered the doorway, kissing his friend before giving him a gentle nudge into the room.
There on the bed, Punk lay tied to the bed, his skin covered only by a light sheen of sweat as he took in the imposing figure of Orton, who jumped right in. he kissed Cena again, taking a stance of dominance. He even undressed with authority, pushing Cena toward the bed. "Straddle him. "He kneeled on the bed, creeping toward their collective asses with a predatory movement. He began prepping the both of them, reveling in their loud moans.
Soon all three men were groaning collectively, as unbeknownst to them, the diva's champion stood there in the doorway, watching. In a few moments, Punk climaxed and relaxed into the bed, sighing as Orton smacked Cena's ass and pushed his face into Punk's coated chest. He pounded Cena firmly, snarling, hitting his prostate with every rapid motion. Cena's eyes rolled in bliss as he clenched his already tight muscle, climaxing onto the bed, as Punk's legs were still spread beneath him.
Orton, however, continued. After a few moments, it became quite uncomfortable for Cena. The champion walked up to Orton carrying warming lube and a long straight dildo. She pulled his hips from Cena and pushed his face into the bed, flicking her tongue over his entrance rapidly. Orton began groaning, and then waving his hips slightly. She smacked him on his ass firmly. "Stop moving." She replaced her tongue with her finger. Pouring the lube almost directly into Orton, she stretched him, adding another finger. Orton collapsed into this position, the side of his face pushed into the mattress as he moaned louder. She unceremoniously pushed in the dildo, hitting his prostate on the first try, then thrusted the dildo in and out as fast as he hand would allow, and after a few seconds, Orton clenched sporadically and began to climax. The champion didn't stop the thrusting, she continued at the same pace, smacking Orton on the ass randomly. The puddle Orton created with his emissions grew and grew as he gripped the bed harder and harder. She continued to pound his prostate as he panted. She stopped, leaning down and taking the sensitive tip into her mouth, sucking out the last bit of his climax as she ran her hand over the blushing flesh on his ass. She pushed Orton over onto his side in the bed, then untied Punk, who was by then knocked out in sleep.