Smack My Punk Up

*Hero's POV*

I hate you. I hate you more than words can express.
2 out of 3 falls, Ladder matches, hardcore matches, ... None of them could contain my hatred.

I don't want to stop hurting you, I want to see your face a crimson mask as you turn to look at me.You stagger slowly around,drops of deep red trickling down from your forehead, where I'd smashed a chair into it repetedly.Your lips are quivering with a mixture of adrenaline and silent rage, and I notice something. Your eyes burn with the same fire, the same pure hate as my own. Your wrapped fists are balled tightley at your sides, and I know you're thinking of hitting back any second. That thought brings a smirk to my face, and I can see it infuriates you even more.
But I love it.

I can't explain this relationship we have. I haven't had to to anyone, because noone has suspected. They look at both of us fighting through blood, through sweat, through pain and aguish, and they assume, like any normal person, that hate is the only thing that exists between us. But they'd be wrong. There are two sides to this coin, and the second side appeared for no apparant reason, out of nowhere one night.

Our bloody table and ladder match at IWA:Mid South had been earlier that night. As usual we'd brought the house down. Chairs lay scattered across the tiled floor, bits of broken table from where we'd fallen off the balcony.The twisted remains of a ladder in the ring. Smears of red here and there, each of us busted open.
I remember lying there among the wreckage of the two tables we had set up, our bodies tangled together, limbs sticking up every which way. I had tried to blink, but the blood from my face kept dripping down into my eyes. I had tried to move my legs, but your body had rolled over on top of them. My ears were filled with chants of 'Holy Shit!' and 'Hero!', a jumbled mixture together.
I had sacrificed my own body, pulling myself down along with you, hoping for the best as the balcony rail said goodbye and we plummeted through the air, meeting wood and tile with a heavy thud. I'd managed to land on top of you, so you took most of the landing. Not the easiest of jobs seeing as I weighed 250 odd pounds. I heard the silence of anticipation from the crowd as we'd lept, and then it had all crashed to pieces, and suddenly the sound was deafening.
Your scream of pain was engulfed beneath it all.
I lifted my body slightly off the ground, several shooting pains making themselves known along my ribcage. Beside me I felt you move as well, you were coughing heavily, probably as a result of me falling square onto your chest. I turned my head as far as I could and watched as you struggled to your knees, bit by bit, as slow as an old man. I could see the flow of blood had stained your bleached blonde hair as it fell over your face.Your hand came up to your head, smearing it across you skin as you groaned unhappily, dazed and confused from the fall.
I let my head fall back down to the floor with the smallest smirk on my face. For whatever reason that image had awakened something inside me. I risked another glance behind myself to see you already shakily getting to one foot. I smiled wider at the prospect of you getting back up, I wanted to hurt you more.I wanted to pull your hair back tight, run my own hand across your bloodied flesh.

Your eyes had focused now, and they were fixed on me. Oh goody, let's start again shall we?

*

I watched you as you exited the dressing room, fresh from the shower and dressed, ready to leave. I was disappointed to see you'd washed your hair, no more red stained it so, just plain boring blonde again. Your face had been cleaned too, but the scars still remained, the only reminders of what had just gone down between us.
Who'd won again?
It didn't really matter to me I found myself thinking as you pushed open the fire exit doors at the end of the corridor. I got to see your blood again, and you got to see mine. We'd beaten each other to a crumpled, bruised mess, and neither of us could walk out of the room without help. But still, all I could think about was getting you.Getting my hands on you again. Seeing that look of intense rage glaring back at me as I did so.
Maybe I had won, because I remember that same expression as the bell had rung.
You hated losing, especially to me of all people. It ate away at you inside I could see it, you wanted to beat me so bad, but I kept being that one better over and over again.
Poor CM Punk, all that blood loss and all that effort, an entire hour of brawling and for nothing. You wanted victory so bad you could taste it.
I didn't care all that much, I only wanted to get that pinfall so I could see that look on your face.To continually have that contol over you was bliss, and knowing you despised me so much for it was even better.

I grabbed my bag and car keys and followed your lead into the car park. I don't know why tonight felt different, but I knew ,as soon as you stepped out from that dressing room, I was going to follow you. You were already putting your rental car into reverse when I walked out into the freezing night air. You didn't notice me, but that didn't matter, I could play catch up real good.I put my own car into gear.

I'd seen your number plate, so it wasn't hard to find you again, two cars in front of me at the lights. What was I planning to do once you got to wherever you were going? I don't think I knew, but that feeling compelled me forwards. That weird mood that had taken over me since that moment we lay there, a heap of broken table and bloody bodies.I just knew I had to get you again tonight.

Only a couple more blocks and you were turning off into the car park of a hotel. There were a few more cars between us this time, so I wasn't surprised to see you already inside at the lobby when I pulled in to park as well.I didn't bother to pick up my bag or any of my things, whatever was gonna go down tonight, it wouldn't involve a friendly chat and a good nights sleep, I knew that much.
Taking long strides I wandered into the lobby just as you were making your way into one of the elevators.It was my pure luck that you happened to drop your key.Stalling I glanced at my watch so as not to look too suspicious to the man behind the reception desk. I looked back up and squinted, just about making out the two numbers on the large side card as you picked them up. I thought about stalling even more, perhaps even sitting in the bar for a while, but as the elevator doors closed and the floors counted upwards I decided I couldn't wait any longer.

I took the stairs. It would take me longer, but I thought maybe it would help to clear my head more. These crazy notions had hijacked my brain, I didn't have a clue what I was going do once we came face to face, I supposed my mind would make that decision for me on impulse.
I reached the third floor and slowly followed the door numbers until I came to your number:45. The curly gold plated numbers stared back at me as I heard you walking around inside, dumping your stuff down. I heard you cough, and my mind transported me back to that moment again, and I was ready.

Knock knock.

"Yeah?"

I smirked. Your voice sounded pissed off.Open the door, Punk.Open the door. I didn't answer back, choosing silence instead.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"What?!"

That's good I want you angry.

"Jesus.....!"

The footsteps thudded towards me and the door was flung open.Our eyes met. The recognition sunk in.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU-"

I pushed you with all my force and you flew backwards into the room, tripping over your own feet and falling backwards onto your ass. I couldn't help it and burst into laughter, holding the door open with one hand as you fumed, crawling back to your feet. Your eyes flashed with that same rage and you charged towards me. Quickly I stepped into the room and we met half way. I reached out and gripped both your shoulders as you ran into me, using your own momentum to flip you around, smashing your back into the closed door.

You let out a cry in pain, and a tingle shot down my spine. I eyed your forehead, and my eyes lit up as I saw the stiches. I wanted to re-open that wound.

Before I could act, you nearly did it for me, headbutting me hard. We both winced and I staggered back a step, you saw the opening. Launching yourself forwards you caught me in a clumsy spear, and we both went down, the back of my head connecting with the carpet below.I saw stars as my jaw jammed up onto my tongue. Meanwhile, your hands had grabbed my own shoulders and were shaking me back and forth onto the ground. You stopped and backslapped me hard across the face.
My tongue slid out over my lip, and I tasted blood.Perfect.

You noticed the spark in my eye at this simple act, and frowned hard. I could tell you were trying to understand what it meant. Hell, I wasn't even sure myself. But I liked it.

My hand shot up and I had you squirming by the neck almost instantly with a painful nerve hold. Your arms flailed at me in every direction as you struggled to loosen my grip. I sat up and took you with me as I stood, pulling you to your feet. I lifted you a few inches from the ground. You'd taken off your boots prior to my arrival, so the ends of your white socks just barely touched the carpet. I looked right into your eyes, locking contact, and gave you the most satisfied smile I could muster.
Your fingers gripped around my arm till they were white. Boy you were crazy now.
With a well aimed kick, you hit me straight between the legs, and I let go immediatley. You dropped down and landed right on me as I fell back, giving me no time to even think about my next move.You were all fists and kicks, grabbing any part of me you could get your hands on. Rolling us over I had you again by the neck, but this time you countered it and rolled me back into the wall hard.

By this time we had been fighting full on for at least 5 or 6 minutes, the hatred we had for eachother pushed us further, each wanting to outdo the other.

With a heave I monkey flipped you up and the back of your head smashed into the desk by the bed. I watched as your eyes glazed over, and I knew you were out as you slid to the floor limp. Looks like I won again, Punk. Too bad.

I sat up, out of breath and gasping for air. Sweeping hair out of my face I crawled on my hands and knees to the wall opposite the bed, and propped myself up against it. All I had to do now was wait.

*

I don't know how fast or slow time had passed. My eyes had been focusing on the dark purple shag carpet for too long, mesmerized by it's pattern. There were a few spots of darker colour littered here and there, stained by the dark red. I wasn't sure whose blood it was, but it didn't matter. All that mattered... All that mattered was the moment that you would regain conciousness.I was itching for...Something to happen. My head was still jumbled into a thousand different pieces, and I was trying to get it back together, trying to get a normal thought back into my mind, trying to let some sanity seep back into me. I still didn't know what that something was going to be. I kept stopping myself from thinking too hard about it. I'd just let my impulses control my actions... After all, I had gotten this far via that method and I couldn't back out now, right?

Back out from doing what?

I sneezed suddenly, and it woke me up from my dream like state. My mind snapped back into place and I looked up from my sitting position to notice you were moving. Only a little, but it was a sign for me to move also.
I got up and sat on the edge of the single bed next to where you were on the floor, watching with a slight fascination as your body regained feeling, and you became aware of things around you.You blinked. Once. Twice. The third time your pupils returned to normal and you focused on the first thing that entered your blurred vision.
Me.
Suddenly I acted, my limbs moving with a mind of their own as I reached forward to grab a fistful of your bleached hair. I knew your head would probably be pounding, and now the tugging at your scalp probably wasn't helping it any better. I twisted it around my fist, forcing you to crawl forwards to relieve the pain.
I wasn't feeling as pumped up as earlier, the adrenaline had drained a little from my system and so I was just content with this slow, almost playful torture. A small smile curled my lips upwards as I watched you swaying in my grasp, still dizzy from the head injury. You didn't hit the cabinet hard enough for it to be a concussion, but you were definatley having trouble staying in place.
I tugged hard and you simply crumpled at my feet. A pathetic sight if I ever saw one. I kicked you lightly with my foot and you grunted something unintelligable under your breath.

"Come on, Punk, work with me, " I said, amusement tinting my voice, " How can I have any fun if you don't fight back?"

"You're a fuckin' asshole, Hero, " Came your quiet almost slurred response.

I laughed out loud.
"Yeah. Yeah I know.... But so are you so the feeling's mutual."

I hoped you had enough energy left to at least argue with me. Fighting with CM Punk was a lot of fun. Taking advantage of CM Punk felt a little weird.
I pulled again, a little lighter this time just to make sure you were still with me. A fist found its way into the side of leg and I winced happily, you were still there.
With my free hand I reached down and scooped you up. You stumbled on your feet, wobbling backwards into my open lap. I barred my arm across your throat, not choking, but the pressure was there. I rested my chin on your shoulder and listened to your staggered breathing, contemplating what my next move would be.
The twisted part of my brain somewhat smarkily reminded me that there were only a few choice paths to take when someone was sat in your lap like that, but I decided to ignore it for the time being. Instead I re noticed the stiched up scar on your forehead. A few of the stiches were coming undone as a result of our earlier scuffle, so it wouldn't take much for them to be fully re-opened.
That thought made me release your hair from my left hand, curling into a fist ready. My barring arm moved up so my hand was forcing your head back a little. I caught your eye and saw the confusion in it's muddled stare. I didn't give you much time to think about what I was going to do. Two well angled punches downward and the bright red was falling across your face once more. Ah, bliss. If only you were fighting back a bit more. Your face was screwed up in pain, and you tried weakly to release my hold on you, but with the dizzyness and the blood dripping into your eyes it was a losing battle.

"Don't you wanna see my blood, Punk?" I prompted , sliding my fingers through the blood, smearing it across your cheek.Punch me. Slap me. Swear at me. Do Something!

"I'll fuckin' kill you..."

"Do it then. Come on, hit me! I bet you wanna kick my ass so bad, right?"

You made another attempt to escape, your legs half standing and your body arching upwards. My grip around your throat was hard now though, and after a few seconds of that you collapsed back into my body, short of breath.

"Is that all? That all you can give me after everything we've just been through?" I asked, the disappointment obvious as I spoke.

You didn't even reply back that time. Shit.Gotta think of something to get you pissed off again.
I knew from experience that as soon as you start bleeding in a match, your energy and performace slows down, so I was expecting this from you a little. But no reaction at all? I didn't want you passing out on me again, so I pulled your head back by your hair so it rested on my shoulder. Thinking I studied the bare skin of your neck for a while, watching one thin trickle of blood drip from your chin onto my own forearm.My tongue flicked out across my lips.

"You a pussy, Punk? Huh? Gonna let me win again? Like I always do?"

You gritted your teeth hard and stared daggers at me, your arms finally moving to grip onto my barring arm. The arm wraps had long since been removed, and I saw your knuckles tighten around my skin, fingernails digging in. Come on just a little more.

"Or maybe you like letting me win? Is that it? That kinda thing turn you on?"
I grin ear to ear as you go crazy, spitting a barrell full of insults my way, your arms reaching back to try to grab my hair, face, anything. I avoided all of your attempts, moving my head so you miss every time. The frustration on your face was obvious now.

I release my arm from your throat and you give a cough, breathing back in hard for air. I trap both your arms by your sides as I hold you across the chest.Pulling your hair, which is stained red again, I swallow and lean in. You jump in surprise against me as my lips and teeth meet the skin on the side of your neck. My tongue darts out and I taste the metallic liquid that stains your flesh, nipping lightly at it every now and then.
The silence suddenly hits me, and your body has frozen in my arms. I catch myself, pulling back hesitantly, the red smudging over my lips a little. Had I completely lost my mind? My arm still held you and your body felt so solid against my own. The fact that you continued to say nothing worried me, no, scared me. I'd done it. I don't know what it was but I'd done it, fucked something up along the way. I wasn't sure what to do.
Everything I'd done to you and you to me had invoked some kind of reaction, usually violent. I hit you with a chair, you punched me in the face. You suplexed me through a table, I slammed your face into the turnbuckle. I hit you with the Hero's Welcome, you hit the pepsi plunge on me.You called me an asshole, I went one better and called you a fucktard. But now... There was just silence. Unnverving silence.

I tried to catch your eye again, but you were staring away from me, straight up at the ceiling because of the angle of your head.

Shit shit shit shit. Think of something.
That patch of stained skin was looking very appealing again, the little twisted part of my brain told me so. After all, I couldn't let you know I was worried about this, why not just make it seem all part of my plan? Get at you in any way I could, right?
Then it became clear to me. Going down this road would be even more fun. Watching CM Punk pissed off was fantastic, but this was a side I'd never seen previously. I knew you'd hate me even more for doing this, so I leaned back into you, my lips finding the same spot. I set about bruising the skin agonisingly slow, biting here and there, stopping to lick the marks. I moved down to a new part and repeated the action, sliding my tongue across the bloody surface,tasting you. It was then that my arm holding you came into action, pushing the edges of your t-shirt up a little, just enough for my hand to slide underneath. I felt you twitch under my touch, my fingers spreading wide over your ribcage, tracing the outline carefully.Could I go any higher... Or even lower? I was treading on thin ice alright and it excited me. How much could I get away with? How much would you tolerate before we were back to brawling on the floor again?
I dared myself, the adrenaline starting to build once more as I trailed my tongue around your earlobe. My other hand slid slowly upwards, fingers splaying across your bare chest until I smoothed over a nipple. Pausing for a second I grinned against your skin before lightly rubbing back over it, slowly, agonising.
I watched your adams apple bob as you swallowed quietly, your body still frozen in its position. Then your lips parted ever so slightly and I started a little as a deep groan escaped from your throat. It was more of a rumble than a groan, and I felt it through your chest as I ran my hands over it.Very interesting.
I saw your vision move on me and then it all happened.

The world was a blur as you violently broke from my loosened grip, and I realised too late as your fist swung around into my jaw, sending me tumbling backwards. In a flurry you were upon me, fists and arms and legs and your voice growling insults I couldn't quite hear. Instinctively my arms came up to shield my face, but your fists and knees came into contact with my ribs instead, drawing a pained gasp from my lungs.Son of a Bitch catching me off guard. My brain was racing. The pain in my ribs was suddenly increased as your weight dropped onto me, your legs straddling my waist, locking my lower body in place.You had me.

All I could do was struggle and glare at you angrily, you and that fucking smug look.I left myself wide open thinking I had you under my control, now it was the other way around and you couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your lips. You didn't need to speak, I knew what you were thinking but you went ahead and said it anyway. Just to piss me off.
"Whose the bitch now, Hero?"

I cringed at your voice, everything about you irritates me now. Your hands are holding my arms in a vice like grip, allowing me no movement whatsoever. Your fingers dig into my skin hard.

"This kind of thing turn you on?" You say, echoing my own amused tone I had used not 5 minutes earlier.

I gritted my teeth and just stared hard up at you, watching the blood dripping faster down your face now because of your new angle.I wasn't going to dignify you with an answer, instead I focused on how to escape your death grip. You may think you're smart CM Punk, but the truth of the matter is I can overpower you anyday, anytime I want. I'd do it too, if it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off that bloodstained face of yours. The triumph and ego that filled your features didn't suit it, the little voice in my head told me. No. Anger, hate and resentment fit much better.I casually eyed the small patch of bare skin near your own waist, where your shirt had ridden up slightly. I could tell the blood would be running down your body by now if it wasn't being absorbed by that black fabric.I frowned harder at that thought.

What now, Punk? What do you have planned, if anything at all. After all where do you go once you have me pinned down underneath yourself? Move a hand and I can escape easily, move your lower body and I can flip you over in a second. You're just as trapped as I am and you know it. My thoughts are distracted once again as I notice a thin trail of blood curving off onto your lips. My tongue darts out for a second, wetting my own lips. The urge is right there, I have to taste it. I have to taste you.

You feel the droplet and lick it. My expression gives me away as soon as you do so, and you grin down at me, knowing my thoughts as if I'd spoken them aloud. My fists clench next to my sides when suddenly you're decending upon me. I feel the hard metal of your lip ring against me, and also the metallic taste of the blood. The brief touch is enough to send my brain into overload once more, and I open my mouth against yours, allowing your tongue to slip inside. My eyes flicker shut and I savor the feeling and taste of the blood as it runs off you onto my nose, my cheek, my lips, my chin.You pull back only an inch or two and I breathe a moan, so quiet you hardly hear it.
I feel your hips moving a little on top of me as you adjust your position slightly, trying to keep the pressure on me for as long as possible. I crane my neck upwards as your nails dig into my arms, wanting you again. You smile proudly at the red marks appearing in my skin, then you are on me once more. Just who is controlling who?

When you pull back again our eyes are locked together and I think you've noticed the shift in moods just from staring at my face. I watch your eyebrow twitch slightly, showing a little frustration...Confusion as well perhaps. My eyes, that had once been filled with nothing but pure hatred, now gazed up at you with an unfocused, unbridled lust. That change in expression, and your sudden realisation was all it took for your grip to slacken. I didn't think you'd noticed in your surprise, not until my hand was around your throat. My body weight shifted in an instant and a second passed before our bodies collided and you were beneath me. I smiled, listening to your laboured breathing, feeling your throat tighten beneath my fingers, watching the white of your eyes as they widened in panic. I think you think I'm gonna really hurt you this time, no fucking around. I have to admit it is a very good opportunity, but this isn't about hurting you anymore. Well, maybe only a little. I grin. You frown. Slowly my fingers unwrap themselves.

The silence is thick in the air as I sit back on my heels, straddling your hips and locking your legs in position. I'm waiting to see if you're angry, waiting to see if you're frustrated, waiting for... Any kind of signal at all. But you don't move an inch.Your eyes are still locked on mine though, a deep frown across your brow. You really hate this lack of control you are experiencing underneath me. I can tell it's pissing you off, but you won't say anything. Thinking of a plan maybe? I've got a plan of my own though you see. I've decided that if you don't react within the next 5 seconds I'm going to attack, and not in the way you think I will. You would especially hate that so I relish the thought.

You chew your lip ring as you gaze up at me. Oh look, five seconds are up, Punk.Too bad.

"Fuck you, He--hmph!"

Oh, you were thinking of saying something after all, too bad you opened your mouth at the wrong moment, just in time for me to catch your lips with my own.The words muffled together and then melted away as my tongue slipped passed your lips, brushing over yours for a moment.I can feel you trying to pull away from me. You've realised this isn't to piss you off after all, and I can practically feel the panic in your body. I grab both your wrists and pin them above your head, deepening the kiss. For once you don't know what to do. You're stuck with nowhere to go, and all you can see is me. Your decision is made. I grunt in surprise as I feel you responding to my actions. You press your lips back into mine, you push your tongue against my own, you're fighting back. Your hands rip from my hold and grasp the sides of my face, fingers threading through my hair.The metal of your lip ring cool on my lips. The rough friction of my slight goatee meeting yours. My hand slips under me and I collapse on top of you,causing both of us to break the kiss with a grunt. I lift my head, repositioning one hand above your head, my other to the side of your face. We breathe for a moment, assessing the situation and deciding the next action.

My eyes sparkle as I watch the remaining drops of blood slide over your eyelids, causing you to blink rapidly. Without thinking I'm gently wiping the offending droplets away with the backs of my fingers, transfixed as your eyes close under them.I allow myself this one gentle touch, because then we are on each other again, fast and hungry. Your fingers are gripped almost painfully around the back of my neck, pulling me downwards to meet your lips.My hand holds your face still, but even then in our haste not every kiss makes its mark. Not that it mattered anymore. My other hand has moved from above your head and is snaking its way under your t-shirt, and this time you don't resist, letting out an almost...impatient sigh in between our frenzied kisses.This is all the encouragement I needed as I start roughly tugging the material upwards, determined to get you out of it as quickly as possible, to hell with the consequences.

"H...Hero, " Is your deep response. I feel it on my own lips as the word leaves yours, and I shudder. You're mine now.I grin.

In a matter of seconds your arms are lifted and I'm pulling the shirt off with ease, tossing it to the floor below in adandon before turning my attention to the juncture of your neck, kissing, biting, licking the blood-stained skin. I can feel your apprehension, not wanting to let me know how good it feels, but your fingers are curling in my hair more so than before, and your jaw tightens above me. With nothing but bare skin to explore now I run my hand up past your ribs briefly, finding one of your nipples. Your breath hitches a little, a slow faltering exhale as I run my fingers over it. With my weight firmly pinning you down the only thing you can do to counter it is to slowly bring your leg up, settling it between mine with just enough pressure to make me stop for a second, my quiet groan cooling the skin where I had been trailing my tongue.

With this simple movement I decided that what ever pace we were moving, it wasn't quick enough for my liking. Abruptly leaving your chest area I sit up, pull off my own shirt, throw it down to join yours on the floor and resume the bruising of your lips with mine. I'm sure my own mouth must be stained with blood too by now, but that only compelled me forward. At the time we didn't think of it, of course we didn't it was spontaenious, but we'd both unlocked something inside of us that night we didn't even know existed. This was such an unlikely situation it seemed, that when it actually happened there wasn't time to think it over. We were both men of impulses and we acted on them. Instead of shocking or disgusting, it simply became another arena in which to outdo one other and fight for control. But there was no way I was going to lose this fight. I pulled your leg back to my side so I could fit inbetween again, sliding my hand across the thin fabric of your shorts, over the bare skin of your leg, and back up. I could feel your arms gripping around my body, keeping us tightly pressed against one another, your fingers edging the waistband of my trousers. They toyed around there for a while, as you argued in your head whether to go through with it, then they slid just under.It was enough of a signal for me.

The hand that was smoothing over your leg came into action, pulling the elastic of your shorts back once with a snap, and then inching it downwards the second time. The fabric slid further down under my fingers, passed your waist, passed your hips. Our eyes locked together then. My fingers let go as we tried to read each other carefully, my vision clouded with lust, your vision clouded with a crimson mask. Your eyelids flickered once as my fingers dared to slide lower. Your throat tightened just a little as they curled around your heat. I kissed you hard and you whimpered quietly against my lips. The signs were barely there, but I knew this was as much as you were allowing me to see or hear. Your stubborn shell hadn't been cracked just yet.

I removed my hand and grabbed a firm hold on your hips with both, taking you by surprise. I twisted you over in a matter of seconds, my hands quickly pulling both your arms behind your back so you couldn't retaliate. I straddled myself over your lower back, making it clear to you that I had no intention of letting you go now. I could hear your grunts of frustration at being manipulated so easily, and you tried weakly to break my grip around your wrists, but who were you kidding right? Certainley not me that's for sure, I knew how much you wanted this now, and I if slid my hand underneath that waistband again I could feel how much you wanted it. There was no point in denying this any longer. I held you still with one hand while my other tugged your shorts and boxers down to mid-thigh, and then began on the fly of my trousers. I almost regretted flipping you over then, only because I wouldn't be able to see your blood stained face creased with pain and pleasure. I imagined the anger on your face as you gritted your teeth. I spat onto my fingers. You flinched slightly at the sound, and made another pathetic attempt to escape from my grip. Were you even trying anymore? Or was it just for show? To try and kid yourself into thinking I was forcing you into this, that you hated every second. You could have easily kicked out or broke away from me by now though, my grip had even loosened around your wrists, you had to have noticed that much.

I leaned right over your back, cheek pressing against your shoulder blades, my breath tickling your skin.
"You know what's gonna happen, you fucker," I growl out into your ear, pressing my fingers inside you gently.

You turned your head to the side and tensed up as I tried to prepare you as best as I could. It took a lot of effort of my part not to just pound you into oblivion right there, but for some reason I found myself caring that I should be gentler. This wasn't exactly a regular occurence for me either. Holding myself back as much as I could I pushed further into you, feeling your tight muscles contract against my skin. Breathing heavy through concentration I nipped lightly around the nape of your neck, causing you to curl back into my touch even more. I studied your expression carefully as I began to add one more finger, watching as your brow knitted together, watching you chew on your lip ring silently, loving the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. The silence of anticipation that filled the room was a sudden contrast to the chaos and violence that had preceded it. I listened to your shallow breathing as I lay my cheek against your back, feeling you gradually adjusting to my now three fingers.

After a few more agonising seconds I leaned back into you.
"If you're not ready by now... tough shit." I said firmly in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

That's me, always the comforter.At least I was speaking the truth though, if we were gonna do this I wanted it done quickly. Either the adrenaline would wear off first, or you would slow down from the blood loss. With that thought fresh in my mind I removed my fingers and sat back away from your shoulders. I spat on them again, sliding them onto my own arousal for extra lubrication. I noticed with interest that your arms remained behind your back, even though my hand now only lay across them lightly. I wrapped my free hand around your hip, holding you steady as I entered you.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you grunted into the pillow in pain. Again this was all you were allowing me to hear, and I commended you for not giving in to it, because judging by the tightness that enveloped me it must hurt like a bitch on your end. I took this moment to lean in all the way, my chin resting just behind your shoulder. I knew you couldn't see my face, but I made sure you could hear the smugness in my voice as I spoke.

"How does it feel, Punk?I can make you feel pain..."
I reached around and grabbed a fistful of your red-streaked hair, pulling you back hard further onto me. You gave a choked out groan, wincing as the shooting pain increased. I stared at the patch of blood that stained the pillow your face had been leaning on and grinned.

"I can make you feel....Pleasure..."
I made a point of stopping all movement as I removed the hand that was holding your arms. I watched eagerly as I curled my hand around your already hard cock, stroking it gently and feeling you squirm around me. Your head dropped forwards into the pillow and I heard a soft groan from your lips, muffled by the fabric but still there.I stroked a few more times, your body quivering underneath me as you tried to keep still desperatley, not wanting to give me any satisfaction. Ultimatley though, you couldn't stop your hips from bucking forwards to greet my hand as I stroked you, and you cursed under you breath at this.

"I...fucking...control you, Punk. So how does it feel?!" I say between my teeth, my hand abruptly leaving it's postion as I roughly thrust into you with a tug on your hair. You let out a hoarse cry in surprise and pain at the sudden brutal pace I had taken with you.
"How does it feel to be owned by Chris Hero?" I half moan into your ear as I move in and out of you, still keeping a firm hold on the ends of your stained hair.

You might have tried to respond to me, but all that escaped your mouth as I pounded into you over and over was a loud grunt. With each quick, hard thrust I watched your body move forwards with the force. Your expression was a mixture of pain, stubborness, and the slight hint of pleasure, all carved into the dark red liquid that ran down your face. Wrenching back with your hair wrapped around my knuckles, I pulled your head back, exposing your throat which I quickly leaned over to bite around. The steely taste of dried blood met my tongue as I did, and I felt your adams apple bob as you swallowed, your mouth forced open a little from the angle of your head.

My own hair was falling over my face, obstructing my view slightly as I grinned watching you have no option but to moan aloud now, your eyes slitted from exhaustion and arousal. There was no doubt then in my mind that we were more alike than ever, from the deep rooted hatred, to the need to inflict pain at any time, to acquire control by any means. The only difference I saw, or thought I saw in you, was that the idea of being controlled turned you on just as much if not more than controlling others. Your arms were no longer struggling against me, you no longer spat any insults my way, and even though I was painfully rough with you, you no longer had that look like you were trying to escape. You loved the pain, you loved the impact as I slammed into you again and again, forcing your head into the pillow, smearing the blood over the cotton.
I reached down with my free hand and began to jerk you off again, You were so hard against my fingers I knew it wouldn't take much longer. For both of us. Oh how beautifully poetic that would be. I let go of your hair and your head flopped forwards again, your arms finally having moved so you rest on your elbows, fingers threading through your hair as you groaned unintelligible words.I angle my hips and bump against your prostate; a shudder passes through your body. I repeat my action and you freeze beneath me for a split second, your breath catching in your throat, and then your head falls into the pillow as you gasp outwards,coming in spurts over my fingers.
I follow you not long after, my fingernails raking along you skin causing redden scars to rise almost immediatley.

As the hazy feeling left me gradually, I pulled out and sat back on my heels at the foot of the bed. The adrenaline was draining from my system now, and I watched as your bottom half slid back down into the mattress as I re-did my fly. I allowed myself a lazy grin of satisfaction as I reached down to grab my shirt from the floor. That's right, CM Punk, you were well and truly owned by me now. I wanted to stay and maybe get a chance to insult you one last time, but I could see that the combination of bloodloss and exhaustion had taken over you, and you lay belly down fast asleep, underwear and shorts still halfway around your thighs. I laughed softly.

I could have stayed and slept. I could have stayed and waited for you to wake up in the morning, just to see your face as I stared grinning back at you. I'd love to be there for an early morning brawl in the corridor, but sticking around too long wasn't our style, and I'd know by now.Fighting or Fucking, it was always a spur of the moment thing, and we liked it best that way.

I picked up your shirt and wiped myself down with it, I didn't think the receptionist would let a bloodstained man walk through the lobby unnoticed. I glanced back at your slumped body and anticipated our next meeting, some 2 weeks away in IWA, as I slipped out the door and away into the night.


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R+R is appreciated. I took artistic lisence over a few of the things that happen in their matches, just to help the story along^^