This chapter is dedicated to slaygirl190, who recently suffered from a case of writers block, much to the sadness of all her fans. This is my gift for annoying you and may the plot bunnies surround you :D

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Punk found himself sitting on a bench overlooking the pond in his favorite park. The weather was warm and beautiful, but he didn't take much notice of it. He was looking around for John, who was noticeably absent.

He had so many questions that he wanted to ask John and he also had many things that Punk wanted to tell him. One dream was not going to be long enough for Punk to be satisfied. He decided to take matters into his own hands and try and find John myself.

Punk got off the bench and began running down one of the paths. He kept his eyes peeled for John, but his thoughts began to wonder.

Was this really happening to him? Did he have a ghost or whatever John was in his apartment with him? And was he really falling for him in such a short amount of time.

Just a few weeks ago, Punk had felt like his life was a meaningless routine, but now, it was like he stepped into a tacky, supernatural romance novel.

Punk was pulled from his musings when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Quickly turning around, he saw that it was John. A warm smile burst across Punk's face.

He stopped and waited for John to reach him. John had a large smile on his face as well. One could say that he was beaming. "Don't you know you're supposed to stay in one place if someone is trying to find you?" John asked Punk teasingly.

Punk scoffed and replied, "How was I supposed to know you weren't waiting on me to find you?"

"Well, I told you I would come and find you in your dream before I made you go to sleep." John crossed his arms and gave Punk a look like he dared him to say anything else.

Punk thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Alright, you got me there."

Both men were standing about an arm's length apart and they just started at each other smiling for a few moments before John closed the distance between them. He enveloped Punk into a warm embrace and hung on to him.

Gingerly, Punk wrapped his arms around John's torso and waited for him to speak. He was shocked when he felt John's chest halt with his breaths. Punk was confused why he was upset. "What's wrong?"

John pulled Punk tighter into his embrace and kissed the top of Punk's head before he replied. "I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop him. That I would have to watch him humiliate and break you and not be able to do anything. I don't know how, but that stuff that you burned just dissipated and I was able to stop him. God, I don't know what I would have done if he had hurt you!" John rubbed his face into Punk's neck and he felt John's tears.

Punk didn't know how to feel. It had been a long time since anyone had cared about him this much, if ever. His parents could have cared less when he was growing up and his friends all did their own thing. Punk felt very touched by John's emotions.

"Shh, it's okay. You didn't let him hurt me. You saved me and it would have been my fault if you hadn't been able to. I burned the Sage and I should have looked to see who it was before I answered the door." Punk rubbed John's back comfortingly.

John's back muscles stiffened under Punk's hands. "No. It was my fault that you burned the Sage. I scared you because I couldn't control myself. Will you forgive me?" John's voice was soft against Punk's ear.

Punk smiled against John's shoulder. "I forgave you a long time ago. Let's stop trying to take the blame from each other for this situation. I have a lot of questions to ask you."

John let Punk out of his embrace and then grabbed his hand to lead him to a nearby bench. After they sat down next to each other, John still kept a hold of Punk's hand and ran his thumb over the top of it.

Punk smiled at the contact before launching into asking his questions. He asked the question that had been pressing on his mind the most first. "What are you?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know if there's a name for it or not, but I'm not a ghost. I guess the best way to explain it is to tell you how I got this way." John proceeded to tell Punk about the mob, the Undertaker, and his existence.

The new question pressing on Punk's mind was, "Well, how do you break the spell?"

John squirmed under Punk's gaze. His hand tightened its hold on Punk's subconsciously. "Well, that's even more complicated. You see, I have to fall in love with someone and they have to fall in love with me and then they have to say my full name, which will transport them to my body and then magically they will know what to do to break the spell." John to a deep breath after expelling all that information.

Punk sat there for a moment and let the information sink into his brain, hoping the longer it marinated up there, the more clear it would become, but he wasn't seeing much improvement.

John continued. "Here's the real kicker, if they don't truly love me, I will cease to exist completely. No afterlife, no nothing."

Punk chewed on his lip at this new piece of information. Before John had said that, Punk thought that maybe he could try and break John's spell, but now with so much on the line, he wasn't sure he even wanted to attempt it. How do you know if you are truly in love with someone? Punk had never been in love. Was what he was feeling for John love or just infatuation? He couldn't be for sure.

He was pulled from his thoughts when John leaned over and nuzzled Punk's temple. "Don't worry about it, Punk. I'm happier right now than I have been in a long time." John moved his head and kissed Punk's cheek.

That action sent a shiver down Punk's spine and awakened something within him. He wanted more.

Punk turned his head toward John's and captured his lips with his own. John tasted so good. The kiss was slow and tentative, like they were observing how the other kissed and liked to be kissed.

John was the one who added more pressure and passion, making the air almost sizzle between them. Punk moaned into the kiss. He couldn't remember the last time be had been so turned on by one kiss.

Punk opened his mouth and ran his tongue over John's bottom lip, asking for entrance. John slowly opened his mouth and let Punk in.

Their tongues began a battle for dominance that lasted for a long time, until Punk had had enough and conceded to let John mouth fuck him with his tongue.

Punk was so painfully hard. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Wanting to push John to the next level, Punk pushed John against the bench and then moved to straddle his lap. Once in place, Punk rolled his hips into John's harshly.

John broke away from the kiss and moaned loudly. He grabbed onto Punk's hips and started to grind back against Punk's thrusting hips, which earned him a strangled moan from the man above him.

Punk hungrily latched onto John's lips and started exploring his mouth again with his tongue. John opened his mouth wider and let out another moan.

Sliding his hands off Punk's hips, John slipped his hands underneath Punk's shirt and quested upwards until he found Punk's tight nipples. Punk moaned into his mouth when he started rubbing circles around them with his thumbs. He then started grinding against Punk even harder, who answered back with stronger thrusts.

Punk broke the kiss and moved his head over to John's ear where he sucked John's ear lobe into his mouth and bit down on it.

"Oh God, Punk! You feel so good! Mmm." John scratched his way back down to Punk's hips. Punk arched his back at the small pain.

"Oh fuck, John! I so fucking close! I want you to touch me!" Punk whispered hotly into John's ear.

John growled and removed his hands from under Punk's shirt so he could work on his pants. He had just unbuttoned Punk's jean and was working on lowering the zipper, when he heard an annoying beeping noise. That made him stop for a moment to figure out what it was.

Punk moaned above him impatiently, wondering why John had stopped. "Please, don't stop John. Touch me." He bucked against John's hands and at that moment, John realized what the beeping was.

John let out a disappointed groan and grabbed Punk's hips to get his attention. Punk looked down at him with a frustrated look on his face. John knew just how he felt. "Your alarm is going off." And with that Punk was whisked away out of his dream

*reality*

Punk turned over and slapped his alarm off. He was so painfully aroused. He arched his back to try and relieve it a little but that didn't work. "Fuck, John! You still here?" Punk all but moaned out.

Punk felt a shifting in the bed. Yea, I'm here. Punk felt his brain vibrate a little with John's aroused voice.

"Can we finish what we started out here or not because I'm in a lot of pain right now." Punk arched his back again and moaned when his cock rubbed the inside of the zipper of his jeans.

All I'm going to be able to do is finish you off quickly.

"God! Then do it. I'm dying here! Mmm, fuck!" Punk had slept on top of the covers, so he watched as his already undone jeans were pulled down his hips and thighs. They were thrown across the room soon after. Next, Punk's underwear was pulled down just enough for his dipping cock to be revealed.

Punk closed his eyes from the pleasure and then felt his shirt being raised until his chest felt cold air. He moaned and arched his back when he felt a hot mouth latch onto one of his nipples.

His moan was strangled when a warm, calloused hand wrapped around his cock and started rubbing him vigorously.

Completely speechless, Punk just basked in the intense pleasure that John was bestowing upon him. His brain didn't even give a thought of how weird it was to be jacked off by a guy he couldn't even see.

I wasn't long before Punk arched his back one final time and released into John's invisible hand.

Punk breathed harshly as he recovered from his orgasm. He reached out for John to give him his turn, but John moved away from him.

"Hey! Get back here! I want to return the favor."

Punk heard John's laugh in his mind. Thank you, but you won't be able to do anything to make me come. I can't since I don't have my body. Punk's mouth fell open and he gasped.

"That's not fair! Would you be able to come in my dreams?"

Hmm, probably not. Let's not talk about this anymore. It's just making me hornier and you have to get ready to go to work.

Punk groaned but got out of bed anyway. He headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

While he was in the shower, he felt like he was being watched. Instead of being freaked out like the other times, Punk smirked to himself. "So, it's been you peeping in on me all this time."

Can't blame me for enjoying the view. John laughed.

Punk got out of the shower and proceeded into his bedroom to dress for work.

A half an hour later, Punk was ready to walk out his door, but hesitated. "Can you come with me or do you have to stay here?" he asked John

I was hoping you would ask me. I don't want you to be alone at work today. There's no telling what that sick dude would do to you. John's voice ended with an angry growl

Punk didn't want to think about it, but was glad that John was going to come with him to work.

Both men left the apartment and Punk drove them both to his shop. Traffic wasn't that bad this morning, surprisingly.

The shop had been opened for about an hour and Punk was sitting on one of the leather couches in the back with John, who was running his phantom fingers through Punk's hair. Punk was working on a sketch for one of his clients. He was pulled from his task when the bell on the front door jingled, signaling a visitor.

Punk got off the couch and walked to the front of the shop. He entered the front of the shop just in time to see Randy lock the door behind him and pull the blind.

This wasn't good. Punk slowly started making his retreat to the back room, hoping to find a place to hide, but Randy's eyes descended on him before his had the chance.

Randy looked at him with wild eyes and Punk watched as an evil smirk grew across his face. "I don't know what happened last night in your apartment, but I'm going to finish what I started," and with that, Randy lunged for Punk.

He didn't get very far, though. Randy felt as a strong hand wrap itself around his neck and squeeze. The hand around his neck lifted him off the floor and walked him over into the wall and pressed him against it.

Randy's eyes went wild with fear. He couldn't see what was attacking him. Suddenly, a nasty voice yelled into Randy's mind. "You will leave him the fuck alone. He doesn't want you and he's mine!" Randy felt a fist punch him across the face, breaking his nose.

When the hands released him, Randy headed toward the door like the hounds of hell were after him. He didn't look back as he opened the door and ran out.

Punk placed a hand over his heart to try and calm its frantic beating. Punk wasn't even on the receiving end of John's wrath, but he was scary!

I hope you have a mop. I overdid it a little, I must admit, but not enough to constitute peeing yourself. What a pussy! John was laughing up a storm.

At John's words, Punk's gaze was drawn to the yellow puddle on the floor where John had had Randy pinned against the wall. Randy had peed himself. Punk didn't know whether to laugh or be upset at having to clean up the mess. "I'll be damned" he said to himself.

I want to thank ishop56 for giving me my 100th review! It was an awesome one, too. As a reward, I asked her what she wanted to see in this chapter and the very last part you read was what she suggested to me. Personally, it's my favorite part of this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think!

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