No One Else's
The Sequel to 'Who You Belong To'
Pairing: CM Punk/The Undertaker
Mentions of: Chris Jericho, Kane, Jeff Hardy, Dolph Ziggler & Edge.
Disclaimer: While I (heart) both Punk & 'Taker, I do not own either of them. :|
Setting: Takes place after the 5-1-2009 Smackdown taping.
"Yoooo, what up, Punk?!" Jeff yelled upon seeing his friend.
"Sup, Jeffro?" He answered, hugging Jeff.
"Great time the other day, right?"
"Definitely. We'll have to do that again in the next city we hit," Phil smiled palming Jeff's shoulder.
"Yeap. But ah, next time, the old guys have to stay at home. I don't think they enjoyed it as much as we did. I know Glen didn't; he practically complained the whole ride home," Jeff laughed. He & Phil were continuing their conversation when they were interrupted.
"Hey Punk! Who the hell do you think you are coming out there & trying to embarrass me like that? Motherfucker, I am the champion! Do you know what that means, Punk? Do ya? Well let me explain, it means that pee-ons like yourself are out of my league," Edge stated pressing his finger to Phil's chest. "That means that you are absolutely no competition for me. That little match we had earlier,... just because you actually beat me, it doesn't mean anything! You got that? You simply got lucky, Punk. Lucky!" Before Phil could even respond, Edge stormed off in the direction of his locker room; leaving both a stunned Phil & Jeff Hardy behind.
"Wow, he's really mad, huh?" Jeff asked sarcastically.
"I guess so. Oh well, I still beat him," Phil laughed.
As the two continued talking they were approached by Dolph Ziggler. He carried a sinister smirk on his face & his nose in the air as if he was better than them. The two friends looked at each other & shrugged, not knowing what the taller blond man wanted.
"Punk," he stated leaning his head to the side with a smirk.
"Ziggler?" Phil responded with a cocked brow.
"So word is that you're Taker's new bitch," he said stepping closer to the smaller man.
"One, he's not a bitch & two, what the fuck do you care if he's with Mark?" Jeff asked defensively stepping in between Phil & Dolph.
"This is between me & the princess, Enigma. So back the fuck off!" He smirked, stepping closer so that now he was nose to nose with the younger Hardy.
"You know what, why don't you--" Jeff was cut short when Phil stepped in front of him.
"Listen here, Ziggler. Who I'm with is none of your damn business. & yea, that is my man & I'm his; what's it to ya? You mad because he didn't want you, you bleach blond fucking bimbo!" Phil stated seething. Seeing the anger in Phil caused a huge smile to plaster across Dolph's face. He then moved closer to Phil so that now he had the dark haired vixen pressed against the wall, his hard-on evident through his jeans. Phil noted this & tried to squirm away, only to be stopped by Dolph; who placed both hands against the wall trapping Phil where he stood. He leaned in close so that now his mouth traced across Phil's ear.
"Look here slut, word is that Taker doesn't really even care for you. You're just going to be another notch on his belt, because everyone knows that he can have his way with any boy he wants. The whole locker room just figures that you'll be thrown away within a month; if takes that long. You won't last, baby. & don't worry sweetie pie, when he's broken you; I'll be here to mend the pieces." He reached down between Phil's legs & squeezed him tightly causing a pained gasp from him. Before Phil could react, Jeff clocked Dolph; causing him to fall to the ground. Jeff pounced on him delivering punch after punch to the other man. Having heard the commotion, Chris walked down the hall to see what was going on. Upon turning the corner he saw Jeff on top of Dolph. Running over to the mayhem, he grabbed Jeff & pulled him off of the other gentleman.
"Jeff! What's your problem, kid?!" Chris shouted pinning Jeff to the wall.
"He hurt Phil!" Jeff shouted.
"He what?!" Chris questioned looking to see that Phil was now slumped against the wall with his head down on his knees. He noted that the younger blond was now gone & leaned down in front of Phil, who was sobbing against his knees.
"Phil? Baby, what happened?" Chris asked cupping the younger man's face.
Phil said nothing, he just kept sobbing. What Dolph said to him had really hurt his feelings. He knew of Mark's reputation in the locker room, & was afraid that Ziggler may have been right about him being just another notch on Mark's belt. He also knew that Mark said he'd wait for him, until he was ready. But now he wondered that if when he did give in to Mark, would the man he was falling in love with just desert him?
"Phil? Babydoll, answer me please, " Chris begged, the worry apparent in his voice.
Phil still said nothing & continued to cry. Chris stood up & pulled out his cell phone dialing Mark's number. Jeff leaned in on Phil & hugged his distraught friend. He softly rubbed Phil's back trying to soothe him. About ten minutes later, Mark & Glen appeared in the hallway. Mark's anger grew as he saw Phil in Jeff's arms crying. He didn't know what happened, but he sure as hell needed to find out.
"What the hell happened, Chris?!" He asked trying to keep his cool.
"I-I don't know. I came around the corner & saw Jeff pouncing on that Dolph Ziggler kid & I pulled him off. Next thing you know, I look down & see the baby crying. I asked him what was wrong, but he hasn't muttered a single word," Chris confessed.
"Jeff, what happened here?" Glen asked. When Jeff didn't answer him right away, irritated, he asked again. "Jeffrey! What happened?" He asked sternly.
"He pushed Phil against the wall, then he called him a slut & said all this stuff about how Mark's only using him & how he doesn't really love him. Then he grabbed him in between his legs & squeezed him! So I hit him!" Jeff shouted, getting angry again at the events that had already taken place. He then went back to soothing Phil.
Mark was livid. 'How dare that little blond jerk say such things to Phil! Fuck! How dare he even touch Phil! I could kill him!' He ended up punching the wall. Noting that his brother was about to lose it, Glen stepped up to him.
"Why don't you go take a walk & calm down, bro," Glen leaned in to whisper.
"Take a walk? Take a walk? How do you expect me to leave--"
"I'll take Phil back to the locker room. You can't talk to him, or comfort him, like this. You need to take a breather so that you don't upset him any further," Glen pleaded with his older brother.
"But--"
"Go! Seriously, just take a few minutes & then meet us back in the locker room."
Mark didn't want to leave Phil in his condition, but he didn't want to cause him any more anguish than he was already in. So he nodded & walked out the arena doors. Glen leaned over Jeff & Phil, reaching down to grab Phil into his arms. Phil rested his head on Glen's shoulder as he was carried to the locker room. He laid Phil on the couch. Grabbing a warm wash cloth, he wiped Phil's face clean of the tears. He pushed his hair back from his face. He leaned his face over to Phil's so that two were eye to eye.
"Don't you listen to whatever that loser told you, baby. You are not a slut & everyone knows that. Furthermore, Mark does love you; he has for a long time," he cupped Phil's chin, "don't let Ziggler's words get to you, OK?"
Phil still said nothing. He just stared up at Glen. Glen patted his head & got up to head over to the other couch where Chris sat. The two men exchanged glances & sighed. Jeff lifted Phil's head so that he could sit on the couch. Once he got comfortable, he laid Phil's head on his lap & caressed his fingers through his soft, dark hair. Phil turned to lay on his side, bringing his hands up to his face. He began to frantically bite at his thumb as the earlier events & what Glen had just said played over again in his mind. He jumped a little when he heard Mark enter the room.
"You calm?" Glen asked looking at Mark suspiciously.
Mark just nodded. He walked over to the couch where the smaller of the five men were & looked down at Phil. Phil's gaze met with Mark's & he stared him for about a minute before he sat up. His heart was pounding hard against his chest. He loved Mark, & he wasn't going to let some dude get in the way of that. He lifted his arms up towards Mark as if he were a small child signaling that he wanted to be picked up. Mark obliged & lifted the young beau into his arms. He planted kisses all over Phil, whose face was beginning to flush. Phil laid his down, nuzzling his nose into Mark's neck. Mark slowly sat down & leaned against the couch. He grabbed Phil's chin & lifted his head so that their eyes met.
"Listen here; I love you, little boy. I mean that. No one is going to change that. My past, although it's not the greatest, is my past. You, my dear are my present, & if it's what you want; you will be my future. There is nothing that anyone can say, or do, that would make me ever doubt that. & I hope that knowing this will comfort you, so that when these knuckleheads try to knock me down again in your eyes; you can assure them of that. Plus, not let the words that they say against me, hurt you. You understand?" Mark cocked his brow.
"Awwwww," Glen, Chris, & Jeff said in unison. Mark shot them an annoyed glare causing them to laugh.
Phil was breathless & lost for words. He was so happy on the inside he could have sang about it out loud. He leaned in & kissed Mark hard. Mark kissed him back, pushing his tongue between Phil's teeth to gain access to sweetness of small mouth. Mark broke this kiss & stared into Phil's pink face. He kissed the tip of his nose & lifted him up so that Mark was now standing with Phil still in his arms. He looked at the other men in the room & spoke.
"Let's get out of here & go grab something before heading back to the hotel," Mark suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Chris stated, rising from the couch.
Mark placed Phil on the ground so that he could collect their things. Once he'd gathered everything, he picked his honey back up & carried him to their rental. He popped the trunk, tossing their belongings inside. He walked over to the passenger side of the car; opening the doors & carefully sliding Phil into his seat. Buckling him in, he stole another passionate kiss from his prince. Phil, deepening their kiss, wrapped his arms around Mark's neck. Reluctantly, Mark broke the kiss upon hearing the other men yelling for them to hurry up.
"You guys can finish your kiss fest later, I'm hungry!" Glen shouted.
"Alright already, we're coming!" Mark shouted back, shooting Phil a smile before closing him in. He settled himself into the driver's seat, & turned on the car. As he was attempting to buckle his seat belt, he felt Phil's hand on his. He looked up to see the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen on another man.
"Mark," he said.
"Yea, babe?"
" I love you, too."
TBC.
