xXx 2004 Phil Brooks/CM Punk xXx

I couldn't fucking believe that no good son of a bitch. He was trying to fucking get himself killed. He was just pushing my buttons left and right. He knew better than to accuse me of having feelings for anyone, let alone someone who was suppose to be under the roof for Samoa Joe. Homicide knew better than to call me out on anything because he should know that I would fucking slaughter his ass and not think twice about it.

My fist collided with the punching bag causing my knuckles to split open. The blood came through the tape, however I kept on ramming my fist into the hard surface. It was either take my frustrations out on the bag, or kill Homicide. Even though, I would have much rather killed the stupid ass, I knew we needed him if someone decided to invade our mansion or attack our group. He was pretty good when it came down to actual fighting with weapons, however when it was just one on one, he fucking sucked.

I stayed in the gym for another hour or so before I walked into the bathroom linked to it and cleaned off my knuckles. I disinfected them and looked at the damage my frustration had caused. It wasn't too big of a deal, a bit of broken skin here and there. It was nothing that wouldn't heal a couple of days if I laid off the punching bag.

Once my knuckles were clean then I headed up the stairs, figuring I could get an early nights rest. I stopped off by the kitchen to get some water, and then saw Homicide sitting in the same position he was in earlier. A flash back came of him grabbing Skylar's arm and I snarled, allowing the anger to floor me once more.

"Where's your bitch, Punk?" He asked.

"You want a fucking broken hip?" I asked, turning around to look at him, "Because, it can be arranged mother fucker."

"I just don't get why you were so concerned with what I did to her. Isn't she Samoa Joe girl?" He said, clearly trying to get me worked up once again.

"I wasn't concerned with the bitch," I stated, narrowing my eyes at him, "I was more concerned with having a fucking rapist in the house where my girlfriend lives." I said, deciding to toss Kelly into the mix. "If you fucking touch Kelly, I'll slaughter your ass." I warned him before walking out of the room.

I figured that if I gave him that as a reason then he would probably shut the fuck up. He would also probably warn the others that Kelly wasn't someone to mess around with, which if that news got to Samoa Joe, then he would want her all that much more.

Slowly, I walked up the stairs, making my way to my bedroom so I could hit the sack. Though, when I neared the top stair, I started hearing some heavy moaning and light screams. I walked up the hallway, not knowing which room it was coming from, however, when I got outside my door, I realized it was mine. Obviously, someone was inside. Kelly had just told me an hour ago she was going to go up and watch some television, though I had no clue who could be with her.

Homicide was downstairs. Steel was out for the night. The only two left were Cabana and Samoa Joe. Cabana was known for fucking a different girl in his room every single night, however I had never known of him to fuck anyone in my room, but there was a start for everything. I decided to use process of elimination and walk down to Samoa Joe room to knock. I knew if he was inside then it wasn't him, and if he wasn't inside, then I knew my plan was working.

I knocked on the door, and it took a couple of minutes, however Skylar opened it up, wearing next to nothing. There was a tiny, black, lacy lingerie set that covered her body, leaving hardly nothing to the imagination and making my solider stand high. My eyes widened when I looked down at her, wondering what she was doing wearing something so sexy.

"Where is Samoa Joe?" I asked her, trying to tear my eyes away from her chest, but not able to.

"He left," She shrugged, "Mumbling something about getting laid somewhere or another."

I smirked, when I heard another scream come from my room. I knew Samoa Joe well enough to know he would be in there for awhile. Even if he was almost finished with round one, then he would go for seconds and thirds of Kelly. Licking over my lips I stepped inside the bedroom and shut the door behind me. She slowly walked over to the bed, and I couldn't help but to notice that she was wearing a thong, which showed off the perfect curves of her ass.

"What's with the black see through make me horny wear?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"Samoa Joe forced me to wear it," She muttered, sinking down further on the bed. "I fucking hate him," She groaned.

"Well, I think he's fucking Kelly right now," I murmured as I moved closer to her.

I leaned over to kiss her cheek, and was surprised when she let me. She turned her face towards me and smiled lightly. She was probably only smiling because Samoa Joe attention was else where, and not because I had kissed her cheek. I gave her a couple of minutes, and noticed that she didn't seem as uncomfortable, so I leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth.

I was a bit surprised when she kissed me back full force. I groaned against her mouth as I leaned down so my body was hovering over hers a bit. I brought my hand up and brushed it across her hip slightly as I kissed her softly on the mouth. Her hand came up and tangled itself in the nape of my neck, which fueled me to go further, even if in my mind I knew it could blow up in my face.

She had turned me on so much wearing that little outfit. I slowly moved my hand down to her thighs and massaged them lightly before I moved it up towards her warmth, slowly stroking my fingers over the silky fabric of her thong, feeling her folds under the thin fabric. I groaned slightly into her mouth as I pushed the silk fabric to the side, eager to place one of my fingers inside of her.

Before I had a chance to do what I wanted, she pulled away from me and pushed my hand away. I breathed out rather loudly in frustration, knowing that was too soon. I should have known not to touch her like that. It was too soon for that, however I wasn't able to control myself around her.

"Sorry," I muttered, not really knowing what else to say.

"It's not your fault," She mumbled, shaking her head, "I'm sorry. . . It's just--"

I brought my finger up and placed it over her lip. I completely understood where she was coming from on this topic. Homicide was going to get fucking murdered for making her so scared. It also wasn't a smart idea for me to be doing this in Samoa Joe room in case he did come back.

"I need to get out of here before he comes back, babe," I murmured as I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I'm going to find a way for us to spend more time together soon," I sighed softly, running my hand over her cheek.

She smiled at me and nodded her head before I made my exit. It broke my heart to leave her like that, knowing Samoa Joe would go back in there and give her hell as soon as he was finished fucking Kelly.

When I walked out of his room, I heard loud moans still coming from my room. I groaned, knowing I would be sleeping in the movie room tonight.