I do not own anyone in this story the ideas presented are for entertainment only. The people in this story belong to themselves or the WWE, though what I wouldn't give to own Punk or Orton for just a few hours. Warning this is a slash story meaning gay male pairings. If that is not your idea of fun, hot, or sexy run now. If you have come here to bitch me out in a review about how slash is wrong or some other nonsense save your breath I don't care. I love reviews so feel free to leave them. Warnings this is a dark story deals with very strong adult themes and BDSM eventually if that's not your cup of tea don't read. Randy is an ass and has very few redeeming qualities in the beginning of this, you will have to read to see if he can be redeemed. Please review! Okay on to the story I hope you enjoy also one last note I don't have a beta so this is edited to the best of my ability if there are mistakes I apologize in advance.
Chapter 1
Randy paces the empty hallway, waiting for what he had no clue. His night had gone from bad to worse thanks to a certain straight edge superstar getting involved with his match. What should have been an easy win against the Miz had ended with him being disqualified due to interference by Punk. Randy knew that Punk was scheduled to start a feud with Miz but he could of waited until after the match was over. Instead Randy was pacing in a dark hallway venom running through his veins as he paced in anger. He had received a text not long after his match telling him to come here if he wanted to get even with Punk. Although it could have been a trap the viper had stormed off from the locker room it was time CM Punk learned to respect him one way or another.
Randy's head jerked up as a throat cleared. He locked onto the blue eyed man in front of him and a smirk slid across his lips. This was too good to be true he thought briefly to himself. The conversation he had with the man was short and sweet after all neither one of them were big on words, yet Randy came away with a sense of satisfaction and delight knowing tonight would start a plan to destroy CM Punk all he had to do was play his part. As long as the big man kept his word then Randy could have CM punk wrapped around his finger quickly, seducing the straight edge superstar should not be too hard though Randy had never heard that CM Punk was bi or gay, but really Randy reasoned no one could resist him he he pursued his prey long enough. Randy headed back to the locker room to wait the arena needed to clear out before his partner in crime would strike tonight.
Phillip Brooks better known as CM Punk sat on the bench in the locker room riffling through his bag. His body ached from a hard match with John Cena but he felt good about his victory. Though without Paul distracting the referee he would have probably lost but what good was having a manager as under handed as Paul if he didn't help you win every now and then. He felt eyes on him and glanced up smiling as John headed over to him. "Good match out there Punk" Punk acknowledge this with a nod and a slight smirk. "Though someday I am going to get my hands on Heyman and I am afraid you may be out a manager." Punk shrugged at that thought.
"I don't really need a manager just helps with the heel image right now. So be my guest if you can catch the greasy bastard have fun." John laughed at Punks joke and shook his head.
"You owe me a drink Punk and I expect payment tonight. I am heading back to the hotel when you are ready give me a call we will go hand with the guys and you can be our designated driver for the night." Punk sighed rolling his eyes he was always the designated driver being the only sober one in the group. However he just nodded and headed off to the showers.
The hot water felt good on his aching muscles and he stood there for several minutes just letting his body relax. It hit him suddenly the feeling of being watched again only this time it put him on edge the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He lifted his head and turned it slowly to the left then the right however no one except Randy was in the room and he seemed occupied with washing up so he was staring. He shook off the paranoia and went back to his shower washing away the sweat from his tired body. Every so often getting the feeling of being watched but chalked it up to being over tired due to his incessant insomnia. He headed out of the locker room to dress leaving randy alone in the showers.
Randy smirked he had followed Punk into the shower, he needed a better idea of what exactly he was going to have his hands all over soon. He had stood there for several minutes watching the water fall along Punks back. Following the curve of his body flowing over what Randy could only describe as succulent butt cheeks. He had stared at Punks ass long past what one would consider decent but Randy really could care less about decency. He noticed Punks head pop up and quickly went about washing up. Though as soon as Punk relaxed he went back to staring at him from the corner of his eyes.
By the time Punk left the shower Randy was hard and had very naughty images flowing through his head. Punk underneath him Randy's powerful legs forcing Punks apart as he brutally thrust inside that glorious ass. Punk begging for mercy as he moaned in both pain and pleasure. Randy wouldn't show mercy that wasn't his style. In the bedroom he was always in control whether it be soft and tender of rough and brutal Randy Orton was in charge, on top, dominant, and if his partner didn't like it well Randy could care less. Though he never really had complaints from his partners they knew what they were getting into by agreeing to sleep with him in the first. A vision of Punks face flashed into Randy's mind, hazel green eyes tearing up as Randy pounded mercilessly into his tight unprepared hole. This image was all it took to send Randy over the edge he quickly reached down stroking his hard cock until he exploded hard against the shower wall. His breath hitching and body tensing as the impact shook him. "Damn" Randy thought to himself he couldn't wait for the real thing if the fantasy was as good as real life and Randy had a feeling it would be better. He finished washing up taking his time he knew Punk wouldn't be going any where fast at least not for a while.
He saw Punk leaving the locker room and smirked getting dresses he sat on the bench and waited for the message to come through. Several other superstars glanced his way but no one approached the viper looked coiled and no one wanted to be on the receiving end of his strike. After fifteen minutes his phone buzzed, he brought up the message and a smile spread across his face. It's done your up. Those words spurred Randy to action he grabbed his bag and headed out of the room walking along the hallway til he came across the deserted hallway from earlier. He saw the spilled bag on the floor and headed further up. That's when he saw him. Lying on the floor a hand wrapped protectively around his ribs, blood flowing from his mouth, eyes already beginning to blacken. It was glorious and Randy almost wished he had been the one to cause the damage. However just the sight of a broken, bleeding, damaged CM Punk was enough for Randy to feel like he should have worn looser pants. He approached the man huddled on the floor. "Hey Phil, you okay?" He used Punks real name something that would normally piss him off but Randy hoped would help form a connection to the beaten man.