The lemons in this series aren't going to be raunchy, they're going to be…vague and classy. Yeah *nods to self* Tasteful lemons (no pun intended)

If you like the MizJack here, then you should go read my other fics with them in it. It's actually about the same, only it's about two degrees more subtle than this (as in it's just D/s instead of Master/pet). It's a lot of smut and a very poorly thought out plot, but it's mine and I'm shamelessly plugging it. I consider that whole series a pre-run for this relationship between them.

It hadn't taken much convincing to get Jake into his bed, but Miz did have to coax him a bit out of his shell. Only three days as his pet and Jake had fallen into his role quite nicely, accepting it. Even reveling in it, if his behavior was anything to go by. Once he'd broken through that outer shell, Jake was a very quiet, loving man who liked to tend to his master's needs.

But now, Miz wanted his pet completely, and he would have him. That's how they got right here.

Jake was as naked as the day he was born upon Mizanin's bed, the stark white sheet rumpled around his legs and his bare back to the headboard. His powerful legs shifted loudly, chest heaving in a long sigh. He was a bit nervous about this, more nerves than eager to be honest. He'd known of masters, but it seemed the one he'd gotten was different from the others.

Miz appeared in the doorway, a devious smirk on his face. He propped his arms against the doorframe, his body smooth and bare except for the violet silk boxers hanging low on his hips. The bit of lavender in his faux-hawk softened his features, giving him the appearance of an angel and a devil all at once. He was divine for sure, that much Jake knew. He sat up a bit straighter, but kept his back to the cool wood as he'd been ordered to not ten minutes ago.

"Still apprehensive, my Jake?" Miz sauntered over to the bed, pace leisurely. He stood by the side, satisfied to see the blonde's hands twitching against the sheets as he obeyed his command not to move. Instead, Jake shook his head.

"Such a good boy" Miz eased onto the bed, straddling the blonde. Their thighs barely touched, he didn't want to get his pet riled up too much before they had some real fun. Jake's breath picked up a bit, cornflower blue eyes roaming over his fit form in a hungry way. It fed his own desire to see his pet wanting him so badly, but obeying him by not moving.

"You can move now, Jake-love" Miz informed him, cupping the side of the blonde's thick neck before dipping down and taking his mouth in a kiss. He could taste Jake's uncertainty, though not from being his pet anymore. This fear was from something else, something like self-doubt. The kiss was passionate from his side, but Jake seemed unsure what to do with his tongue.

Miz pulled away briefly, smiling at him indulgently, "Just relax, baby."

Jake flushed in embarrassment, "I-I'm thorry, Master."

"You're too nervous" Miz scolded lightly, rubbing his hands up and down those muscled arms. He pressed closer to him, hoping the friction would pull his pet out of his shell. He took his mouth in a kiss again, trying to get him to play. He could feel Jake's cock hardening against his thigh, and he rocked his full-blown desire against the blonde's fulsome torso.

Even then, Jake was unsure.

Miz pulled away, ice blue eyes sizzling into the larger man, "Touch me, Jake. Touch me now."

Miz grabbed his pet's hand, placing it on his bare thigh while still glaring fiercely. Jake's own pupils blew with lust at the feel of the silky skin beneath his palm, and his master slowly dragged his hand up to trail beneath the silk of his boxers. Listening to Mike's sighs of pleasure made something inside him burn, that same something in him that told him to obey his master. He yanked his hand out from under the brunette's grip, choosing instead to cup his aching cock through the silk. The material was damp, but only grew wetter with each stroke and each head toss of his master.

"That's it" Miz cooed, grinning as his eyes fluttering shut "You're getting it, baby."

Jake took the initiative this time, kissing the other for all he was worth. They started a heavy petting session, all but devouring each other's mouths. At one point, Miz reached under the pillows and took out something that Jake couldn't see. All he knew was that a warm, slick hand circled around his aching length and coated it liberally. Lube, his mind said, but he didn't care as he concentrated on the feeling of his hand traveling over both silk and warm skin (sometimes he couldn't tell the difference.)

Miz sat back between Jake's legs, his own resting at the blonde's sides. His stretched his body out, bracing himself on his elbows, baring himself.

"Take them off" Mike commanded, a smirk curling his full lips "But don't use your hands."

Jake nodded eagerly, letting his hands stay on his master's thighs before he leant up and snagged the front elastic of the boxers with his teeth. Miz kept his eyes glued to the blonde, heart beating thickly in his chest as ardor rushed through him from the sight. Jake skillfully pulled them down his legs, tossing them off the bed with a jerk of his head.

"That's good" Miz sat back up slowly, letting the blonde drink in the sight of his nude body. In a minxish fashion, he straddled the blonde and took his length into his hand. A wickedly deceiving innocent pout came to his face, catching the blonde off guard so badly he didn't realize when his lover had lined him up and got him in position.

Jake nearly howled as Miz impaled himself upon his lubed and achingly ready cock. He had expected Miz to change his mind once they'd gotten into the act, decide he wanted to be on top once he'd seen how aggressive Jake himself could be. But no, that tight velvet sheath engulfed his entire sizeable length in one go. Mike's back arched at the rough sensation, mouth dropping open in pleasure.

"But…" Jake whispered, hardly able or daring to speak "I-I didn't prep you."

"Doesn't matter" Miz picked up his head, a rich flush on his face and panting harder from the raw coupling "I don't like prep, Jake-love. I like it hard, I like to be taken. You think you can handle that?"

Jake nodded, swallowing thickly. They started a dance, trying to find their natural rhythm together. The blonde grasped onto his master's thighs, pushing up into him at the pace he allowed.

Miz waited until he was sure his sub had gotten into it, until he was at that point where he was ready to throw aside any restraints and just fuck. He thrust down hard, burying Jake as deeply as he could inside him, making the blonde give a strangled whimper. Miz held it there, leaning in and kissing the shell of his ear.

"I want you to put me on my back, Jake. I want you to take over and fuckin' pile drive me. And I want you to do it right fuckin' now" Mike purred, getting a delighted shiver from his pet and the tightening of those meaty hands on his hips "But…"

Jake hissed as sharp canines bit down into his neck, tearing into his flesh. He swore he could hear the blood vessels bursting in his neck, he went to cringe away from the pain but stopped himself. He just let it go, knowing his master wouldn't hurt him without reason. He'd found his sub-space, and that scared him a little bit.

"Don't even think of harboring delusions of control" Miz stated in that low, serious tone that scared Jake "You're mine, and I'm the one giving you this. Don't forget that."

"I won't" Jake promised, dropping a worshipping kiss on his master's tan shoulder "I love you, Master."

Miz's eyes danced with something like relief and love, and he wrapping his legs more securely around the blonde, "Do it, baby."

Jake hefted his lover up and put him on his back in one smooth movement, covering the brunette with his body. Miz gave a loud groan of satisfaction, wrapping his arms and long legs around his pet and hung on for the ride as he was immediately pounded into. They both lost themselves in their shared bliss, finally finding their rhythm that brought them the most pleasure. Jake found that spot inside his master and went for it on every stroke, only convinced in finding his pleasure when he could hit his prostrate with every strike.

Miz threaded his hand in his pet's hay blonde hair, yanking it hard before capturing his mouth to stifle his scream. He was a vocal lover, he couldn't and wouldn't stop himself. Jake loved it, every moan and wail telling him he was pleasing the man he'd grown to love so quickly.

Too soon and forever later, they found their release only a handful of thrusts apart.

Jake collapsed on the bed on his master's right side, panting heavily and trying to clear the spots from his vision. Mike stayed on his back, stretching out his legs languidly as he too tried to gain back his senses. His carefully styled hair was now a mess, the gel gone from having the blonde's strong fingers combing through it. His hyper-sensitive body shivered at the cold of the a/c, he could hear it humming.

Jake was a little surprised when Mike grabbed his left arm and pulled it over his own torso, eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. The blonde's heart softened at this, watching the way Mike slowly trailed the tips of his fingers up and down the swell of his bicep, an affectionate touch if there ever was one. Jake realized then that his master wanted safety in this relationship, he wanted someone who would love and take care of him if something were to happen to him.

Jake scooted closer, wrapping his arm more securely around the smaller man's waist.

"I love you, my Jacob" Miz whispered tenderly.

Jake dropped a kiss onto his shoulder, holding his master close as the other fell into sleep.

//Something bad must've happened to him, something that would make him so strong yet give him a yearning for safety// Jake mused, a smile gracing his face after a moment //Whatever it was, it doesn't matter. I'll be here for him for as long as he'll have me.//

Jake covered them both up, then wrapped himself around the brunette again. Soon enough, he fell into a slumber as well, dreaming of the days to come.

xXxXxXx

The room was dimmed, the only lights coming from the new pillar candles that were lit. It was a large room, a true master chamber, dominated by a rounded bed. The plush mattress was swathed in a rich ebony silk, pooled around the pale body stretched out upon it. Colorfully tattooed arms contrasted against the dark material, raven hair blending with it. The branded creature was as nervous as an unbroken filly, long legs shifting restlessly against the satiny surface. His silver lip ring caught the light as he turned to look at the door, wondering when he'd be joined.

Phil sighed, chest stuttering as he tried to calm himself. He was so nervous, but he was so much more excited to finally be here. Two weeks he's been waiting for this moment, two weeks of Mark spoiling him rotten. He'd never known a man to be so kind to him, buying his dinners and taking care of the all the arrangements to have his things moved. He'd be moving into this large mansion soon enough, in just a few days, and it made his head spin.

It was all so fast…and wonderful.

The door clicked, slowly pushing open. Dark olive eyes trained on the entrance, his breath stuttering when his master came inside the room.

Mark saw his boy displayed on the bed how he'd left him, stretched out and bare of any clothing. He had spent at least an hour tracing his boy's tattoos before he'd left him, he licked his lips as he recalled the taste of Phil's straightedge tattoo. He'd left him to stew, to think things over. He wanted to give Phil a chance to mull over the entire situation between them, to make sure he'd have no regrets.

By the way his chest was heaving and with how he was trying to hide his arousal beneath the silk sheet, it was obvious he hadn't changed his mind.

Mark strode over, olive eyes locked on him still. Phil admired the man's large form, in his prime and handsome in his own way. Clear green eyes unlike his own, large in build, chest broad and muscles defined. Tan flesh where his was pale, tattoos lesser and darker then most of his, and thick dark hair curling in near-ringlets over his shoulders. Thick sweatpants were the only thing standing in the way

"Do not hide from me, Phil" Mark curled his fingers in the silk sheet, gently pulling it from his pet's body "Ah, there we are."

Phil was almost shuddering now, but it was more from proximity, "You're…intimidating, Master. Has anyone ever told you that?"

His pet's smile touched him greatly, "Are you nervous, pet?"

Phil nodded, not wanting to lie.

"I will be gentle with you" Mark knelt down on the bed, letting his hand drop to trail up the younger man's chest "This time."

Phil was frightened, this was the Undertaker about to ravish him. He trusted Mark completely, the man had proved his adoration and his devotion to Phil's happiness, but he supposed all virgins were this way.

Soon enough, he forgot all these worries. His heart was fluttering like a bird in a cage, but it was now from passion. Mark descended on his body like a flawless predator, his hands taking their privileges on his body. Phil couldn't stop himself from moaning, voicing his pleasure without hesitation. He had never reacted to someone's touch like this before, he had never wanted to be owned. All the women he'd ever had touched him were nothing in comparison, softness replaced by firm and sure. They roamed down his neck, over his chest, toying with his nipples just to get him to squirm. Every tattoo was traced, every scar was tasted thoroughly by his determined mouth. That large body covered him so easily, shielding him from everything else and narrowing his world down to them. When the older man's pants were removed, the heat from his body nearly seared the young rebel's flesh.

And when Mark kissed him…it wasn't soft, it was passionate and commanding. He was demanding submission, and he got it. Phil undulated beneath him, his sub-space taking over his entire being. He arched into every brush of the man's palm, drank up every kiss, savored every spark that raced through him. His body was played expertly, and he was overtaken.

Mark learned every spot on his new pet that gave him pleasure, learned how to wring the most delicious moans from those swollen, pierced lips. He turned his little rebel into a writhing mass of ecstasy, taking away all his inhibitions with a stroke of his hand. He owned him more than physically, he could see all the remaining walls falling down around his precious treasure. Phil's doubt dissolved, and he could feel their bond strengthening with each kiss.

Mark prepared his pet carefully, making sure to use plenty of lube. Phil mewled and cried out as his virgin muscles were tested, stretched to accommodate a larger length soon enough. He took all the time he needed, savoring the feel of Phil's body arching and writhing beneath him.

Ebony painted nails dug into the older man's tattooed flesh, a breathy utterance escaping his lover's pierced lips, "M-Mark…"

"Is it too much, prince?" Mark cooed, ready to slow down if three fingers were too intense.

"No" Phil replied honestly, those olive eyes smoldering now "Can I have it all now?"

Mark obliged his pet, parting those creamy thighs roughly and settling himself between them. There wasn't a fleck of earlier-present doubt in those beautiful eyes any longer, so Mark guided his pet to wrap his legs around his waist, canting his hips up at the right angle for this particular dance.

And when he was finally inside…a groan of satisfaction left the Phenom's lips, and his precious prince arched and screamed out at the sensation. It was intense, so much to take in at once, but Phil did it. He squirmed a bit, his passage spasming at the swift piercing, every inch of him pulling tight. The rebellious spirit inside him fought against being dominated.

Mark held him down with his hips and by his hands, proving his mastery over both their wills. He captured that lovely mouth with his own, refusing to release him.

Phil soon went lax, moaning loudly that special spot inside him was stroked, "Shit, Mark, is that my…?"

"Yes, my boy" Mark's voice was near silken, flexing his hips just enough to make the younger man's breath hitch. He started a deep, languid rhythm that drew out the pleasure for them both. He made sure his pet felt every inch of him as he pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in. Oh, with the way the younger man was nearly clawing at his shoulders and rocking back into each drive of his cock, he was sure his prince would crave this.

From a virgin to an eager pet…Phil was simply made for him.

The tempo increased, both losing themselves in their sin. Cries of pleasure filled the candlelit room, the air thick with testosterone and pheromones. Sweat slicked their flesh, hands and mouths working to create marks in that same flesh to be viewed later on. One dark-nailed hand shot out, twisting in the ebony silk sheets with such force it threatened to tear the material.

For nearly an hour, Mark manipulated his pet's body onto the edge of release before dragging him back kicking and screaming. It was a dance that had both of them sweating bullets and throbbing with need. It just built upon itself, layering up until it fell.

Mark made sure his pet found his pleasure first, striking that bundle of nerves inside him straight on with every plunge. At just the right moment, when Phil's nose scrunched up cutely and he couldn't form coherent words anymore, he curled his fingers around his pet's slick length and pumped him.

It didn't take four full strokes before Phil cried out, his seed spilling over the older man's hand and between their bodies. Mark slowed his thrusts, milking the last of his prince's orgasm and letting him ride out the waves. He was surprised when Phil's legs tightened around his waist, opening himself up. He braced his hands on the Phenom's shoulders, smiling up at him with a flush on his face.

"Use me, Master…take your pleasure."

Mark brushed a tender kiss on his lips, "You really are for me, Philly."

Phil soft chuckle turned into a moan as his sensitive body was driven into over and over. He accepted the harsh, wilder thrusts, teasingly flexing his passage to give his master that extra sensation. He was rewarded with a husky growl in his ear, the man's thick seed spilling inside him.

Long moments went by before Mark rolled off his smaller lover, not wanting to crush him. He propped his mighty form beside the other, brushing back his dark hair and trying to catch his breath. He gazed down into his lover's face, who was looking back at him so adoringly that he had to bend down and drop a kiss on his lips.

"Did I hurt you, pet?"

Phil shook his head, giving a breathy reply, "No."

Phil nuzzled into the palm that cupped his cheek, his heart swelling three times bigger in his chest, //This is my master. He loves me, he's kinder than anyone has ever been to me. And…//

"I love you."

It did Mark's own heart good to hear the words after being so long without a pet, "And I love you, Philly. From now on, your place is here."

Phil nodded, settling down on the bed for some well-deserved sleep.

Mark looked on for some time, content to watch his pet sleep and know that this man was forever his own.

I don't know what it is, I swore to myself I wouldn't write any lemons for this story. But MizJack were so easy, and I eventually kind of slipped into my first ever UnderPunk. Applause for my first UnderPunk lemon, everyone!

I've read your reviews (sorry if I didn't reply to your specific one, but my internet time been splotchy at best) and I see that some of you are torn between loving Miz's side more or loving Punk's side

more. Let me tell you this right now guys, soon you'll have to read all the pairings together.