A/N 1- It has been almost three months since I last updated this. I really am sorry for taking so long. My life hasn't been great lately. I was hospitalized due to a snake bite, they assumed it was a snake, since I never saw what bit me. It was the worst few weeks of my life. I couldn't walk anywhere, and the bloody blood tests they did almost killed me. I don't even wan't remember those days. It was awful :( So, as you can see I didn't have time to write anything. In this case didn't have time to edit this. Believe it or not this was written like million years ago. I got around editing it only now. Once again I'm really sorry.

Warnings- M/M slash

Disclaimer- Same as earlier, don't own anything except the plot.

Chapter 6

Out of everything he believed, and thought John was capable of doing, he never expected this to be one of those things. As far as he considered John was a lying cunning son of a bitch, but he was never a violent guy. So, imagine his surprise when John had lunged at him and grabbed him by the shirt, needless to say it left him beyond angry. He was pissed. That would be the right way to put it, though he was pissed at John for pulling this stunt on him, in a way, he was more than satisfied knowing he got under John's skin, and to add icing on top of the cake, he could see the tall blond haired guy standing near the doorway. His friend couldn't have chosen a better time to visit him, though he was a tad bit of curious as to why Hunter had not interfered in any way. The man had merely moved a few steps into the room, which was very unlike of Hunter.

He turned his attention back to John, wondering why it was taking so damn long for him to land a punch on him. Either, John was hesitating to punch him after seeing Hunter, or he had no balls to hit him across the face. He doubted that was the case. If anything, John had a lot of guts to hold him by his shirt. He had to give the guy credit for that, but it was not enough for him to forgive John, and judging by the look on John's face, he could say without a doubt that John knew it as well. Good. John had to know his place. If John so much as made a wrong move, he would pay dearly.

He had done the unthinkable, he had put his hands on Dwayne. John tightened his fist around Dwayne's shirt, in an attempt to control his trembling fingers. He was shaking. He knew he had crossed a line, the look on Dwayne's face was the existing proof of his utter foolishness. Holding Dwayne by his shirt, and staring straight into the dark brown eyes, he couldn't find it in himself to do anything other than question him. Why?

"You know I'm not like that… Why are you doing this to me?" He was barely able to keep himself together. So many emotions kept popping up. Anger, hurt, regret cut through him like a bunch of knifes.

"Because you deserve to suffer."

"John, let him go."

Hunter's sudden interference made Dwayne divert his attention towards Hunter's direction, and it turned out to be a huge mistake on his part. He never saw John's fist coming his way until it connected with his face, causing him to stumble backwards from the impact. Running his fingers across his face, he blinked in disbelief. The son of a bitch had punched him. Sure, he was expecting it in some way, but he never thought John would go with it. It left a hallow feeling in his gut. When the initial shock dulled away, anger bubbled its way to the surface of his skin. He was left with one thought. He was going to kill the bastard.

"You shouldn't have done that."

He took a few steps forward, watching in a mixture of anger and amusement as John's satisfied face turned into a look of absolute regret. Well, too late to regret. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Hunter walking towards them. He drew his fist back, punching John square in the jaw, to his utter surprise John didn't block him. He attacked again, and was satisfied hearing a painful grunt escape from the other man.

"You shouldn't have put your hands on me. I was playing nice, and you had to ruin it."

"Dwayne, stop this right now."

His next blow was interrupted by the commanding voice. "Why should I Hunter? He put his hands on me. He fucking attacked me." He walked straight in front of John, and grabbed him from the shirt, forcefully straightening him from the slightly bent position. He was going to teach the bastard a lesson, not even Hunter would be able to stop him. However, his every intention came to a halt noticing a small blood trail on John's face, starting from his nose, and ending near his lower lip. Call it instinct or some fucked up feeling, whatever it was it made him reach out his arm to check on John, but Hunter beat him to it by grabbing his arm. He was relieved for a moment knowing Hunter just stopped him from doing something that would have jeopardized all his plans. He wanted to kick himself in the shins for showing some concern. What was he even thinking? His thoughts were disturbed when Hunter grabbed a hold of his shoulder, forcefully whirling him around to face him, and looking straight into Hunter's face he could say without a doubt it mirrored his own confusion.

John eyed the two men in front of him in a daze. For a few seconds time passed as the two men glared at each other, neither willing to say anything, at least not vocally. It was like they were having a conversation with their minds. He was tempted to leave the room with this given chance, so he could crawl into his room and get some sleep. No scratch that. He could attempt to get some sleep, because he knew he wouldn't get any sort of comfort tonight. It was too early to sleep anyway, but he wanted to forget this nightmare. His world was spinning. Damn, that punch hurt. He was hurting, as if that wasn't enough the blood that kept dripping from his nose did not stop. It irked him to no end. He was not worried in the slightest or concerned of the blood that kept dripping from his broken nose. In their line of work it was normal to get a broken nose. He was accustomed to the pain caused by injures, a broken nose was nothing compared with other injuries he had suffered, What actually pained him was the cruel realization which hit him like a ton of bricks.

He finally knew there's nothing to hope for, nothing to cling onto. For the past few years, he got to believe one day everything was going to be okay, that Dwayne would finally realize why he did what he did. That hope kept him going, but now Dwayne had taken away that tiny bit of light away from him. Hatred was controlling Dwayne. One Chance. That's all he needed, but he knew he wouldn't be getting a chance. It hurt a lot more than he showed.

"John, are you okay?" Hunter's voice reached him, breaking him from his turmoil. He realized he had tuned out from the present happenings, and during the few minutes he was lost in his own world Dwayne and Hunter had broken away from their intense glaring and moved onto watch him with blank expressions.

"I'm fine." He rasped out, bringing the palm of his right hand to wipe away the blood. In reality he was far from fine, but it's not like they needed to know.

"Good, then you should go. Get back to the hotel and wait for me."

That was a fucking order, and he knew it. Hunter's cold formal tone stung hard just as much as Dwayne's did. Hunter hadn't used that tone on him or spoken to him like that since, well, since almost seven years ago, but he shouldn't have expected anything else, because this was Dwayne and Hunter. Best friends, practically family, and if he knew anything at all, that was Hunter valued his family more than anything else.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. No matter how hard he tried his voice sounded broken even to himself. He was sorry for putting his hands on Dwayne. Dwayne would never understand, the guy would actually take this as disrespect. In a way he couldn't blame Dwayne if he felt that way. It was just a moment where he lost control of himself. He was sorry it came to this. He should have acted in a more mature way. Why did he always fuck things up? There was a part of him which constantly told him it was not his fault. Dwayne had provoked him to act irrationally, but there was a major part of him that told him he had done something unforgivable. That part won.

If he had actually looked at Hunter's face he would have noticed a small flicker of emotion.

Dwayne observed the scene that was unfolding before him, feeling rather disturbed with the turn of events. John's apology didn't mean anything to him, but the same couldn't be said for his friend. The small flicker of emotion on Hunter's face didn't go unnoticed by him. Hunter actually cared for the guy. Hunter wouldn't have let another man get away after laying hands on him, but he was letting John go without any kind of warning. This angered him a lot. It was something he never expected to see, one of his best friends having his worse enemies back. At the same time he was really curious to know what Hunter had meant by saying 'wait for me at the hotel.' It unnerved him. What did he have to say to John that couldn't be said in front of him? If he was going to blast John, he could very well do it in front of him. He would gladly contribute, but he knew Hunter wasn't going to confront John. He would have to do it on his own.

"Stop." He ordered John, and walked forward. John halted, knowing he didn't have any other choice. What more could Dwayne want?

"Take the file with you."

John sighed closing his eyes. He was so tired. So tired. He wanted to disappear from the world. He hadn't felt this tired in a long time. If he could find a way to escape this torture? He would do anything. Despite his reluctance to face Dwayne, he made himself turn around to take it from Dwayne, but of course Dwayne wouldn't have it that way.

Dwayne gripped John's arm tightly, forcefully pulling him closer to his body, he whispered in John's ear. "This is only the start, John." With that he pushed John backwards, for a moment he locked eyes with John, and that's when Dwayne noticed the weary eyes, filled with so much pain. It startled him.

XxX

"What was that?" Hunter's voice blasted the whole room. The guy was angry. That much he could say.

"Just a warning." He said without looking at Hunter, his eyes were still glued towards the entrance where John had disappeared few seconds ago.

"What is wrong with you Dwayne?" Hunter hissed at him, anger taking the best of him.

"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with your boy Hunter?" He barked back with equal temper.

"My boy?" Hunter asked incredulously. "If I remember right, he was your boy back then. What has changed now? Hunter didn't back down. "Don't look so surprised, Shane is not the only one who knew about your secrets." He added, before realizing he had said too much.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Umm, guys is everything okay?"

A female voice interrupted their intense conversation, breaking the stunned silence as well. What now? Dwayne threw a look at Hunter. Why didn't you tell me Stephanie was here? Hunter glared back at him. It's not like you gave me a chance. It was true. From the moment Hunter had stepped foot into the room they hadn't had an ideal conversation, let alone a one involving Stephanie.

"Stephanie, it's so good to see you, and no. Everything is not fine. Your husband keeps meddling with my business." Dwayne threw a warning look at Hunter, but beyond all the anger, he felt like he was venturing old times, where he and Hunter used to fight a lot, and for a moment he got the feeling like he had come back to his family, where he belonged to, from the look of it he could say without a doubt Hunter felt the same, though he would have preferred less temper from his friend.

"I wouldn't have meddled with your business if you had kept your hands to…"

"Oh, come on guys. You two met only now and you can't keep fighting. You two are like some whiny little girls."

Hunter rolled his eyes at Stephanie's comparison, and Dwayne raised an eyebrow, making Stephanie burst into a laugh. Yes, it was definitely like old times, but still it was so much different. Stephanie's arrival had made the tension in the room drop down to some degree, but Dwayne was aware that beneath the annoyance, Hunter was fuming, just like he was. However, they would have to deal with it. Stephanie was not aware of what had happened, and if they wanted to keep it that way, they would have to act like everything was okay.

"I missed you Dwayne, glad you came back." She hugged Dwayne, oblivious to the tension in the room. Dwayne returned it with the same affection."Missed you too Steph."

"Guys, I saw John walking out of the building. He didn't look alright. Did something happen?" Stephanie's suspicious glance and the matter of fact tone did nothing other than make his anger rise to a new level. It was just a question, but the day was already getting on his nerves.

"He's a grown up man Stephanie. Why wouldn't he be alright?" He said through clenched teeth. Even as he said it, he could have given many reasons for John to be not alright. One reason being, he actually punched the guy, not once, but twice. He didn't say it out loud though. Not that he cared for the guy, right? For all he cared John could go and get all his bones smashed, and still he wouldn't give a rat's ass about the man. Stephanie must have felt his displeasure, her perfect eyebrows were knitted into a frown. She shifted her eyes towards Hunter, and immediately realized something was not okay. She didn't press it, though that didn't stop her from stating her opinion.

"Dwayne, I know he said some stuff about you during an interview, and vice versa. But he's a really nice person. Since you guys will be working together, I'm sure you'd get along well with him, and hopefully you could clear out the air. Now we have to get going. It's already late." Stephanie's tone didn't leave any room for argument. "You too should get back to the hotel, and get some rest."

XxX

Standing in front of a hotel room with a trainer besides him, and expecting his stubborn employee to open the door was not something the son-in-law of Vince McMahon ever dreamed of doing. "John, open the door." He banged on the wooden door. "Come on kid, don't be stubborn." Hunter said for the umpteenth time, and quite honestly his patience was running out. He had given John his privacy, time to cool down, but enough was enough. He'll be damned if he let the kid stay inside a hotel room without getting himself checked by a trainer. He didn't drag a trainer for nothing.

"Sir, Mr. Cena is not in there." A woman, probably in her early fifties was right behind them. She was probably with the hotel staff. His brain picked up what she had said. He heard it wrong, right? John had to be in there. He had ordered John to wait for him."What do you mean he's not in there? He's supposed to be in there." It was a statement rather than a question. He had a horrible feeling in his gut about the answer.

"I don't know, he checked in at around 8, and left as soon as he came."

He didn't bother to ask what she was doing by keeping tabs on John. She was clearly a fan."Dammit John where are you?" Without wasting time he dialed John's number, and it went straight to voice-mail. "You have reached..."

"He isn't in trouble, is he?" The women asked.

He didn't even know why the women had asked him a question like that. He answered it anyway."He's going to be in a lot trouble when I get my hands on him." He growled, meaning every word. What did the kid think he was doing? He had told John to wait for him in the hotel, and obviously the guy had done the total opposite and bailed out on him. The women had said he checked in at around 8, now it was nearing 10. Which meant John had been gone for almost two hours. Hunter was not sure what he should be feeling. Blazing fury over John for going against him or being worried for his disappearance, though he knew the last thing John would need now is for him to breathe down on his neck for everything that had happened earlier. John had looked pretty broken earlier. Fuck, he was not cut out for this. Rubbing his his temples in frustration, he glanced at the women. She had not left. The women's eyes were widened. He was afraid they would pop out at anytime. She glared at him and walked away. He wanted to let out a huff of frustration. Seriously, what did the women think he would do? Kill John? Sure, he was pissed, but he would never do anything to hurt the kid.

"Hunter, don't you think we're over reacting just a little bit more than necessary, he's a grown up man..." The trainer tried to reason, apparently not realizing it was the wrong thing to say.

"Don't. Don't say a fucking word." He snapped at the trainer, making the guy tremble. "That kid is out there somewhere, god knows doing what, and you're telling me I'm over reacting? Do you know how long I've known him? Almost 9 years, and don't you think by now I should know when to react and not to react when he's considered? Don't you think that time period is more than enough to know about a guy?"

"I'm Sorry, I didn't...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that"

He scowled at the trembling guy. Was it even possible for a man to be this scared of him? why did he even bring this guy when there were other trainers who were not rookies, and knew what to speak and when to speak? He sighed. He had dragged the first trainer he bumped into, and it happened to be a kid. "Look, I wanted you to come and check on John, maybe give him some pills if he was in pain." Seeing the trainer was going to speak, he raised his finger, cutting him off. "Clearly, the guy is not here, but I'm going to find him, and I'm going to beat the living crap outta him when I get my hands on him. Then I'm going to call you to make sure he'd be okay after that. Do you understand?" The poor man nodded his head quickly.

Of-course he wasn't going to beat John, though that didn't mean he would let John out of the hook so easily. He would deal with it when he found John, but right now he was having quite a lot of fun intimidating this man. Shawn should have been there with him. Unfortunately Shawn was not there, and he didn't have a lot of time to spare either. It was only two, three hours before midnight, and he had to find John. This was all his fault. He shouldn't have let John go off on his own. Without wasting his time with Dwayne he should have followed John back to the hotel.

It was strange, the way almost everyone around him tried to point out that John was a grown up man, while that maybe true in a logical way, in his mind John was still a kid. A kid with a very troubled past, and right now it was coming to bite him in the ass. Nine years ago if somebody had said that, one day the punk kid was going to make him lose his sleep at night, he would have laughed at that person. If somebody had said it seven years ago, he would have smashed that guy's face, but now, seven years later, that had happened. He was losing his sleep over the said kid. He was worried. In the past every-time John had disappeared, it had never ended well. Today he had more than enough reasons to be worried, He would have to make a few calls to find out where John was, without making a fuss about anything. Maybe John was with his buddy Randy. In a second thought he doubted it. John wouldn't go to Orton or anybody else with a broken nose. Wherever John was he had to find him soon.

XxX

Dwayne walked past the reception, ignoring every person who came in front of him. Anger flowed through his body. Out of every person to support John, it had to be Hunter. His friend. As much as he's angry at that, it's not even close to how angry he was with himself. The minute Stephanie had left, Hunter had followed suit, but not without making some final comments.

"That kid doesn't deserve all the shit you put him through Dwayne. One day you're going to regret everything, but then it will be too late. Let the past die man."

Everything was just messed up, and jumbled. He was left with an emptiness in his whole being. John had punched him, making him punch back, though he still came out as the winner, it didn't feel any good. John's weary eyes kept emerging into his mind, and Hunter's words echoed in his head, a perfect combination of audio and video, and for the first time in his life a cloud of doubt lingered around him. Was he doing the right thing? Of-course he was doing the right thing. He laughed at his inner voice. But Why would Hunter support John? Vince he could understand, but Hunter? The guy hated John's guts back in the day. Was there something else he didn't know about? Another question was, how did even Hunter get to know about him and John?

By the time he found his hotel room, he was left with more questions and no answers. He was exhausted. All he wanted to do was get some sleep and give his mind a rest. He doubted he would be getting any sleep tonight. What might John be doing now? John's face kept popping into his head, he didn't dare to say he's worried for the younger man. Dammit he never wanted to make this a physical combat. He threw his phone to the bed, watching it bump with the mattress. He streched himself on the soft mattress. What was he going to do? This was a major setback in his plans. Hunter was against him. That meant he would be watching his every move. He would have to rethink of his strategy, and approach John in a different manner.

He wanted the guy broken. John didn't deserve any forgiveness after everything he did. Dwayne's mind drifted off to their earlier happenings. He had kissed John. It was not the brightest idea of them all, but he did it to prove a point. At some point it became more, and he almost lost control of himself. Having John beneath his body, causing him discomfort was a major turn on for him. John's taste, his body heat had driven him to the edge, and not to mention John had been so willing. The moment John had closed his eyes and given in, it took him a lot of will power to stop himself from taking things further. He had wanted John, to dominate him, hurt him, to use him to get rid of the throbbing hard on between his legs. In simple words John had aroused him. The sexual attraction was still there. His eyes snapped open. Fuck. Everything was going down the drain... Or maybe not.

Maybe it was time to step out of the businessman suit. He had tried to get his revenge without stepping the boundaries, but maybe it was time for a change. Obviously John had crossed the lines, so why couldn't he? He had never wanted to make it a physical combat, but now? A sly smile appeared on his face. After all, there were many ways to break a man. He closed his eyes, his mind lingering on this new thoughts, new plans, but not for long. They all came to an abrupt halt with the blasting sound. It took him a while to find his phone, which was buried under his body. Who was calling him in the middle of the night? He didn't have to dwell on that thought for long. He recognized the voice immediately.

"What is it Hunter?"

A/N 2- This chapter was quite fun to write. Where do you think John is? Who should/will find him? Hunter or Dwayne? I'd love to know your thoughts. Hit me up with a review.

A/N 3- I want to thank everybody who read, and reviewed the last chapter. Especially, Unleashed From Within, Kendra1994, Cenarko1986, RKOCena19, WadesJohnsRandysDarkness, you guys give me the inspiration to write. So thank you.