Orton decided to hit the streets before putting out the word to his more sketchy friends. He would make sure that Dwayne paid for his actions, and that he would never return again.

When they got to raw, Punk was nudging Cena in the ribs as the two laughed loudly.

"We better quit the joking around, kinky feels, the fans might notice that we are all friends now."

Cena nodded amicably, still chuckling. "Yeah, probably best to preserve Kayfabe and whatnot."

The champion furrowed her brows. "Since when do you care about Kayfabe, Punk? Mr. stare-the-camera-in-the-eye. "

Orton returned quietly to the group as they decided to leave the trailer together. He walked in the building behind them so quietly, neither of them noticed him behind them. When they got to the arena locker room, Orton was gone again, and they didn't see him until the show, when he was supposed to go out and cut a villainous promo.

Orton went out as he should have. Cena came out as well. "You know what that title meant to me, Orton. You know what I had to go through at the hands of the Rock, yet you still used his move to pin me. How in the hell is that fair? I say you hand me back my title, and win it properly."

Orton looked from the title to Cena, then back to the title.

AN: OMG, what should Orton do? Do you guys want him to give back the title, or keep it for his own, despite the recompense? Let me know! Or not…

AN: thanks for all the feedback… here's the next. I just couldn't reconcile the fact that the youngest WWE heavyweight champion would stoop to ruthless tactics to get a midcard title. It just seemed a bit of a stretch. If you doubt my choice, just watch any of Hornswoggle's matches for the European championship. Then tell me Orton should go after it. I just chose this one, because I don't see Orton as a heavyweight champion, and I like the shield as champions, so they are here, and I hate Axel, excuse me, I mean McGillicutty. Ugh. Anyway, this was an essential part in my mind anyway. I wrote and wrote, until finally the idea fell into place.

Orton rolled his eyes, handed Cena the title and then hit him with a thunderous RKO. He slithered from the ring, walking up to the stage as if he didn't have a care in the world.

The champion stood backstage watching the match. She grinned slightly when Orton RKO'd Cena. She knew it was necessary to keep him heel, and thought it was an excellent way to get things done.

When the four headed back to their room, oddly enough Orton was the only on without a title. They had rented a room with two queen sized beds, and had pushed the beds together as they had before. Orton and Cena lay in one side while Punk and the champion lay in the other. The diva's champion lay whispering quietly with punk as Cena lay in Orton's arms holding on to the ring of his belt with one finger, closing his eyes as Orton wrapped a lithe arm around him, stroking his head, as if he were a cat, with the free hand. Soon punk began giggling uncontrollably and orton looked over with a concerned expression. The diva's champ simply sighed and shifted in the bed so that she was beside Orton and Punk. Punk eventually calmed down, and Orton looked over at her with a confused expression, opening his arms to let her get closer to him. Punk, not the one for cuddling at the moment, simply held Orton's hand behind the champion's back, lying in the bed and watching the other three with a keen interest.

Orton began kissing the diva's champion possessively. Cena shifted slightly and slipped both hands beneath the chamion's nightgown. Punk decided to get up and head out for a bit.

Orton began thrusting his hips lightly as he reached around tha champion to pinch at Cena's ass the way he knew he liked. Cena let out a few shaky groans as he slid his leaking erection u and down his wife's back. He grabbed the lube that they kept under the pillow and slid down in the bed to begin lapping at his wife's ass. Orton began growling with arousal and smacking his erection against the champion's tight heat. Cena stretched her with his fingers, making slight scissoring motions.

Oton began slipping into her as Cena watched and panted, fingering her ass rapidly with one hand and touching himself with the other. Cena touched at Orton's hips reverently and moaned as he watched Orton slide deeper and deeper. Cena pulled himself back u the bed and plunged into The champion's ass as Orton slammed into her tight heat. Powerful tremors ran down her spine as her eyes rolled and both men alternated their thrusts. Orton snarled and gripped Cena's ass tightly as he thrusted harder and began licking and sucking at her neck. Cena began sucking at her earlobe, letting his hands rove all over her body. Orton smacked at Cena's ass with a roar as he climaxed roughly. Cena let out a growl of his own and climaxed as well. Orton held her close and began fingering her rapidly. Cena gave a shuddered groan and kissed Orton deeply. The champion climaxed with a scream, shivering.

Punk came back in after a few minutes with a dish of ice cream. He trotted to the bed smacking loudly. He hopped in the bed slurping at the ice cream and chuckling as Cena's right eye began to twitch. Cena took in a deep breath of air, either to calm down, or to yell at punk, who was genuinely amused.

"Punk." The champion looked over and noticed Cena freaking out.

"Wha?" Punk tried to play innocent.

"No food in the bed."

"But-"

"NO."

Punk lowered his head and slumped his shoulders in resignation, then slowly shuffled to the kitchen. Cena's eye stopped twitching, but not before Orton noticed.