Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, they belong to themselves and maybe to each other, I don't know…
A/N: This is a request story from Punk1fan, I was a bit hesitant to do it but I kind of was convinced by three fantastic girls (Nina, Luanne and Kyara) so if you like this thank them, I you don't then they are the ones to blame lol.
A/N This is a bit different from all my previous CM Punk's stories so I hope I did ok, I also haven't figure out Serena completely but here it is, I'm getting out of my comfort zone. Hope you like xD
I can listen to him talk forever.
The world could be crumbling down all around me and as long as he is spreading his gospel of truth I'd be too entranced to care.
That was what first drew me to him; his words… how he reached to me and touched my very core through a television screen, the way his words of wisdom made me realize that his was the only way of life and that I had been living a wrongful life full of vices and bad choices.
From that moment on I took the blindfold off my eyes and saw the truth of him, he came to be my messiah, and when I finally got my chance to meet him I was saved.
He can save you too, he could save everybody. If only you wouldn't be too blind to see it… if only you would give yourself a chance to live a life of virtue.
But that doesn't matter; he saves those who want to be saved and as he speaks to this young man I notice he doesn't want to be saved, he doesn't have the strength in him like Punk and I do.
I tilt my head slightly to the side, my eyes taking the sight in front of me. The pupil that was forced down on Punk took the speaking baton and is now rambling about only needing Punk to give him some wrestling advices…
How dare he? Here he is given the precious chance of a lifetime to change his ways and join a stable that only the strongest can join and all he cares is about wrestling.
It makes me mad. It makes me mad because his words are not as eloquent as Punk's, they don't bring masses together and they don't change lives, so how dare he interrupt Punk with that nonsense?
As what to be expected, my raven haired savior got tired of it all and turned his back on him; then, without uttering a word he takes my hand in his and leads me away.
His warm touch and the way his hand engulfs mine sends chills down my spine and I have to bit my lower lip to keep from grinning as I walk next to him. I wonder if he realizes how his touch makes me feel, how I can face anything and everything just by the memory of this feeling.
I don't think he knows, so I just walk by his side and follow him blindly; I would follow him to the end of the world if he took me there but that's not to be tonight.
Tonight he only walks to his locker room and once we are in I close the door to the world, that uncanny world that nothing has to do with us.
"He is not worth it, he's weak" I say as he breaks the contact with me and walks inside to grab a bottle of water. My eyes follow his every move, and when he sits down on the bench that stands in the middle of the room he looks at me too.
First are his words and then there's those eyes. I haven't met anyone in all my life whose eyes are as piercing as his.
Every time he looks at me it makes me feel like he is expurgating me inside out with those olive greens of his… it makes me feel exposed, it makes me feel giddy.
"I don't know why I have to put up with him; I don't know who he is nor do I care. I won't take another disciple unless he is ready to embrace the ways of my Straight Edge Society"
"I am willing…" I say walking up to him and taking a seat as well. I copy the way he is sitting, straddling the bench so I can be face to face with him. "I am willing to do anything"
His lips twist into his crooked grin and I show him a grin of my own, my eyes unable to tear away from his hypnotizing ones.
"You already have; you pledged your allegiance to the Society and to me, you walked away from a life of vices and enablers and came to me"
"I'm still weak… I know I can be stronger because I still have so much to learn" I want him to teach me everything; I am not as weak as I used to be but I have a long way to go… I want him to cleanse me completely; I want to show him my dedication.
His hand reaches my face and his thumb settles on my chin; it's enough to make my heart race wildly inside my chest.
"You are doing a great progress and with me leading your way you will go farther than you ever imagined, you and Gallows"
I blink; the last thing in my mind is Gallows and now that he is not around for the first time since I joined the Society I want to make the best of it. He already had his time with Punk before I came here, now it's my turn and I need this time to become stronger in my beliefs.
"But I can do better; I want you to teach me everything"
I observe as he lifts an eyebrow and looks at me in query. "You are not having trouble staying clean, are you?"
I shake my head almost violently. This is not about the pills; with his guidance I left those behind and I don't feel the need that I had before of burying my problems with them.
"Then what is it Serena?"
I lick at my lips as I feel my face getting flushed. I can't help it, it's his eyes on me, his touch burning me… this is not about vices but about necessities… those I haven't been able to leave behind and they torment me at all times.
They invade my dreams and when I'm awake and he's around they take over my thoughts.
"Sometimes I feel like my weakness will take over me… not with the pills, but…" I leave the sentence unfinished and lift my hand up to my head, my fingers running smoothly over my scalp, a reminder of what I'm willing to give up for him.
He is my counselor but there are things I can't tell him. He knows everything about my past, but what is really bothering me and taking me out of focus is in the present and sitting right in front of me…
How can I tell him that I'm weak for him, that every time he touches me he gives me hopes?
"Serena…" he says taking my face in his hands. "You are young and you have only been with me for what, two or three months?
I nod.
"I've dedicated my entire life to this, this is not something you achieve in such a short period of time, it takes dedication and time, are you dedicated about this?"
"I am, I would do anything for you"
"Then you are already on the right path" He replies, getting nearer me so he can kiss my head. "You just need to let me guide you through…"
I bit my lips, my hand resting on his knee as his lips press against my forehead.
I believe everything he says, but I am still weak…
Taking a deep breath, I lift my head to him and once again my eyes are glued to his. Did I mention that after his words his eyes are the thing about him that I like the most? But it doesn't stop there, he's my savior and I want him to reach to me with more than words and glances… I want him to cleanse me with his touch.
Who was I kidding, I'm not in the slightest bit strong, I am all weakness.
Letting one of those moments of weakness overtake me, I move forward and without hesitation I press my lips against his, kissing those lips that so many times reached to me by speaking the truth.
The kiss lasted about four seconds, I counted, but before reaching to five I pull back and look up at him.
He doesn't say anything and limits himself to just look at me with all the intensity of his eyes. Is he mad? I don't want him to be mad with me so I open my mouth to plead my case.
"I…" Before I can force the rest of my words out of my mouth his fingers press against my lips.
"Why did you do that?" His voice is a dark whisper against my skin and I sigh.
If only he would be as weak as me.
"I want you to save all of me, to cleanse me… I want you to reach places that haven't been reached. I want to show my dedication with actions instead of just words"
That's all I have to say, with no further explication from me, his lips crash against mine and not wasting time he forces my lips open so the kiss can become deeper. I welcome him in, his taste addicting and invading all my senses as any drug could.
If it wasn't for the fact that I'm sitting I would definitely fall to the floor, he has that power over me and if my knees turned to goo just by the way he looked at me imagine how they are now that his tongue is dancing with mine as he steals the breath out of my lungs.
Feeling dizzy, my hands fly to his hair, my fingers burying there as the kiss grows in intensity, making my blood boil and my skin to burn with sensation.
I should have known his kisses were like this, he is intense in everything he does and why would this be the exception?
He breaks away from me and I take the opportunity to breathe, my chest heaving and my head spinning. Having him kiss me is something I wanted for such a long time and now that it's happening it feels surreal.
"Take off your clothes" He breaths out and I am happy to oblige.
This is Punk, my savior and I am willing to do anything for him.
I get off the bench, striping off of my clothes as he watches, his eyes dark and his expression serious… he is making me shiver involuntarily.
I try to hurry, eager for what's about to come. Once done I sit back to where I was, reaching to take off his shirt and hoping he won't mind.
He doesn't and once it's off he kisses me again and I press against him as close as I can, moaning into his mouth as his hands explore me all over.
I do some exploration of my own, having a taste of what's divine and pure as I finally reach down his wrestling trunks and free him out of it.
He is hot and eager as I touch him; I can feel the heat that emanates from him, burning my hand and my body as I press against him insistently.
My own burning desire wants things to progress quickly, I need him, I always have.
He doesn't want to spare more time either so this is quick and there are no words needed; once he is naked and in all his glory, he just pulls me on top of him and with a swift movement of his hips he is inside of me, beginning the procession of deep cleansing with exquisite thrusts that make my eyes roll back into my skull.
I cling to him, receiving him, his hands on my bottom guiding me up and down as mine run wildly along his back, his hair and everywhere I can reach.
I gasp, feeling him throbbing and huge deep inside, it's been such a long time and the feeling is almost overwhelming. It feels divine, like him.
During this sweet process he speaks to me, I'm not sure what exactly he is saying but I find myself agreeing to everything with strangled moans and raspy breaths; yes… he is my savior, yes, I would do anything for him and yes this is what I want.
Yes I love it, yes I need more…
He is reaching to me like never before, touching me with more than his words and making me stronger with his own strength.
It all builds up until the pressure of him inside of me is too much for me to take and the most exquisite of feelings soar to its maximums and lets go, leaving me a moaning fool in his arms.
It feels fantastic, I feel like floating in his arms and I have to hold onto him, searching for his lips to kiss again.
My mind is far away while my body keeps taking him in, swallowing his engorged manhood until he follows me into bliss, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.
I welcome his warm essence, accepting all of him as he flows deep inside of me, reaching to me, cleansing me like no one else can…
This is the ultimate proof of what I'm willing to give to him; I'm willing to give him my all, everything that he wants because I'm dedicated in body and soul to him.
I would do everything for him because when I needed him he extended his hand to me and saved me, I owe him everything, I want to give him all.
As he rides down his wave of pleasure I refuse to let go of his lips, muffling his moans with my lips, kissing him without inhibition, without restrain.
Now that I have part of him in me I know that I won't be as weak, he spilled into me his strength, his essence, I am clean now and I have my savior to guide me through…
Now I can do anything.
~*Fin*~