A/N: Take this for my lack of updates. Warning: don't get used to it because I have no idea how my work schedule will be. Also, this is a Valentine's Day gift form me to you. ;) Enjoy.
TriggerWarnings: *note: these are for Cena's part of the chapter ONLY which is divided by "x-x-x-x-" at the beginning and at the end.* non-consensual sex, essentially rape, thoughts of worthlessness, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, hopelessness.
xenarocks99: Thank you so much. And hope you like this one.
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: Well.. you are right to some extent. My heart is aching. As for Vince/John.. soon enough there will be one. :) Oh and hm.. I'll take those pairings into consideration. Maybe I'll put them here or maybe I'll make a fic for just smut shots about this story lol who knows. Thank you, dear.
carrie: Yes, you can always skip it though bb. I made it easy for anyone triggered by it to ignore that part of the chapter. Also, I plan on writing that into the next chapter so stay tuned! :D
AnetteBP: So I know it was short but if I didn't cut that one to a fast thing this chapter would've been like 10k alone. e.e I'm sorry and hope it's okay, baby. I adore them though. :)
On to the story! :D
His mind focused back on reality when Corey managed to push the door open and stumbled inside with Punk's hand still on his covered member. Punk smirked and kicked the door closed, pushing Corey against it and unbuttoning the man's shirt. He ran his pierced tongue over the freshly exposed skin, reveling in the moans and growls leaving Corey's throat.
"I'd much rather lick those piercings you told me about.." his voice was breathless, hands clawing at the door when Punk responded by sucking softly along his collarbone. Corey grunted and tossed his head back against the door, the loud 'thunk' echoing around them and making Punk chuckle. Corey cursed at the man and started tugging Punk's tie off but Punk pulled away from him and smirked as he started strip teasing for him. "Goddammit." It was somewhere between a moan and a whine but Punk was polite enough not to comment. Corey assumed the man got a rush out of it.
Punk's olive eyes stayed linked to the other man's as he slowly shoved off the blazer, setting it on the table next to the door gently. He saw Corey reach out for him and grabbed the man's wrist, pinning it to the door as he pressed himself against the other tattooed man; his voice was dangerously low as he leaned close to Corey's face "You wait for my permission, Graves. Got that?" He waited for the small nod before smiling and releasing the man's hand. Punk finished ridding himself of the tie but left the silk shirt on since he knew how much Corey wanted to see his piercings. He licked his lips and slowly turned around, giving the man a perfect view of the snug fit of his slacks to his round ass. Punk never felt as attractive as he did in this very moment, knowing the man was waiting on his every move and looking at him with hungry eyes. He swayed his hips slowly, hearing Corey's small intake of breath and grinning to himself as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out and tossing it on the bed before kicking off his shoes and following them with his slacks. Punk put them neatly on top of the blazer, grinning at the way Corey was frozen in the spot he left him in a few minutes ago. "You're good at following orders. Let's hope it stays that way or else I might have to use that.." he pointed at the belt on the bed, not missing the slight shiver that ran through Corey's body and humming to himself.
Corey closed his eyes when Punk's humming was joined by the man grinding his almost bare body against Corey's fully-clothed one. He bit his lip and clenched his hands, forcing himself to stay still. His breathing now ragged as he felt Punk move away and heard clothing hit the floor. He opened his eyes and saw Punk in nothing but that damn purple shirt and licked his lips, eyes following Punk's tattooed fingers as they deftly worked on the buttons of the shirt. Corey was fully hard by now and he desperately wanted relief but he wanted to see and feel Punk's nipple piercings even more. A small moan left his lips when the man managed to slide the fabric off and extended his hand out to let the shirt drop on top of his suit, movement making his pectorals twitch and just making Corey want the man even more. "Fuck!" Yeah, money well spent.
Punk smirked and leaned closer to Corey, resting his hand on the man's bare chest and feeling the pounding of the other tattooed man's heart. His eyes darkened as he turned his head and nibbled Corey's neck. He reached for the man's hand, moving it away from the wall and resting it on his now exposed nipple piercings; a small hiss left his mouth when Corey gave an experimental tug, both of them moaning soon after. Punk didn't think he could be this wound up for a client but Corey seemed to feed into his darkest of desires so it worked out wonderfully. Punk pressed himself against Corey, other hand tangling in the man's short hair and pulling hard enough to crash their lips together.
The kiss was sloppy and needy, both men tasting and exploring anything within reach. Punk was controlling it for the most part but the motherfucker played dirty when he'd bite his lip then run that damned stud over the swollen skin. Corey had a sudden urge to let this man mark him in ways that weren't acceptable for this kind of relationship.
He could feel Corey's body tense up under him, feel the man's erection under his slacks and the way Corey seemed about ready to come. So –naturally– he pulled away and pointed to the bed "Shoes and shirt off. Lay in the middle of the bed."
When he did bottom, Corey tended to be a power bottom but Punk's tone and the way those damn green eyes seemed to look into him left no room for questions. He licked his lips, panting softly as he nodded and kicked off his shoes and making quick work of the blazer and shirt then carelessly tossing it on the floor. He sat on the bed, scooting himself to the middle and watching Punk expectantly as he leaned back to rest on his elbows. The man stalked to the bed with a look that could only mean more of this delicious torture and joined him. Corey groaned when he felt the man's hands tangle in his hair again as Punk pulled him up to a mostly sitting position, pressing their bare chests together and making him groan softly when the small barbells on Punk's nipples brushed against his sensitive nubs. "Punk.. enough of the damn teasing."
He chuckled, dropping a hand down to Corey's back and keeping the man pressed against his body as he readjusted himself so he was pretty much sitting on Corey's lap, his legs hooking around Corey's waist. "You haven't seen teasing yet, Graves" he breathed out then locked their lips together in a searing kiss, head tilting as the man deepened it. When he felt Corey's arms wrap around him and felt the man start squirming under his ass he groaned into the kiss and decided to tease him even more with something Corey hinted at in their first night together. He slowly rolled his hips against Corey's, bare ass rubbing against the rough material of the man's slacks. Punk's fist tightened in Corey's hair, giving a slight tug when he felt the man buck up against him and position himself so his covered member was rubbing just against Punk's crack. Breathless moans and grunts left him as he added some more force to his movements, both hands now digging into Corey's shoulders as he rutted against him shamelessly.
Their kiss was interrupted every few seconds with moans and whimpers from one or both men, Corey's eyes closed tightly as he tried to keep himself in some amount of control so he wouldn't ruin this suit. He could feel Punk's fully-hardened cock rub against his abs and the man's piercings started to leave stinging trails on his chest but he couldn't bring himself to tell the man to stop. Corey was aware of his wrecked voice pleading at Punk but he wasn't even sure what he was asking for, eyes flew open when he felt the man's nails drag down his back. He groaned loudly, hands traveling down to Punk's ass, stopping the man from bouncing back down and grunting softly "Can't.. I'm so fuckin' close."
Punk's entire body shivered in pleasure as the man's rough hands groped his ass, mouth stopping its path along Corey's neck as he flexed the muscles then slid off his client's body. He shoved the man's chest hard, earning a huff from Corey as his back hit the mattress "The fun hasn't even started.." Punk said in an almost pouting tone, tugging Corey's lip softly before hands began exploring the man's lean body. He hummed appreciatively when the man's hands tangled in his hair, leaning against them for a moment before kissing his way down to Corey's chest. Pink tongue darted out, tracing over every ridge of muscle he could find and flattening against Corey's hard nipples. He heard the man moan loudly and just flicked the piercing over the sensitive skin a few times before trailing down to his abs and giving every muscle the same treatment as his hands undid the man's slacks and they both worked on getting the annoying material away from Corey's body.
He gasped, hands tightening on Punk's hair as that fucking piercing rubbed against his hipbone; Corey's legs spread slightly in invitation and that was all Punk needed. The man softly bit his thick muscle then ran his tongue along the underside of his cock making him arch off the bed and let out a rather pathetic whine. Finally, Punk's glorious mouth wrapped around his cock and began working it; it felt 100x better than the first time. Corey bit his lip hard, breathing coming in small pants as he felt Punk pull back and suck two fingers into his mouth, lathering them up. He didn't need to be told what this meant; Corey bent his knees, legs spreading as wide as he could manage to allow Punk access to his entrance.
Minutes later, Punk had him moaning and tugging his hair incessantly as the blond teased his prostate and gave shallow sucks to his cock. Just when Corey was about to come, Punk pulled his fingers out and let Corey's length slide out of his mouth. Corey groaned and looked down, seeing Punk looking sinful with his swollen lips and reddened cheeks.
"Face down, ass up."
It was said with a slight teasing tone but Corey didn't hesitate, assuming the position the man asked of him and resting his cheek on his forearm as he felt Punk get into position behind him. His eyes closed, body tensing slightly when he felt the man's hands on his hips.
Punk smirked, looking at the way Corey's back was perfectly arched and thinking that it was a shame he couldn't have left more lasting marks on the man. He slid a condom on, lathering himself with lube before lining up and feeling Corey tense slightly. Punk's free hand slid up the man's back, soothing him for a moment before he reached around and began tweaking Corey's nipples. As soon as he felt the man relax he seated himself fully in the man's heat, eyes rolling back slightly as his hand now gripped Corey's hip.
Curses left both of their mouths when Punk's cock brushed against his prostate causing him to clench around the thick muscle. Corey groaned and pushed back against the man's member, feeling Punk pinch his nipple as a 'punishment' but it only made Corey moan out.
Things got out of hand after that, Punk's thrusts going from deep and slow to hard and frantic in a matter of seconds. Both men were moaning, Corey's moans more muffled than not as he bit into his own arm and tried to meet Punk's thrusts when he could. They were just establishing a harsh rhythm where Punk would hit his spot with nearly every thrust and Corey was losing it; he tossed his head back, arching off the mattress when Punk's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. The blond moaned out some hushed order but Corey didn't catch it; a scream ripped out of his throat as he came hard, body shaking when he felt Punk pound into him while he was at the peak of his orgasm. His ears were ringing, throat completely sore as he gasped for breath and slouched back onto the mattress when Punk's hands pulled his hips back as the man came as well. They stayed like that for a few moments, both regulating their breathing until Punk slid out and disposed of the condom.
Corey dropped onto the mattress, making a noise of discomfort when the come-soiled sheets touched his sweaty abs. When Punk returned to the bed and saw that Corey hadn't moved he laughed and turned the man around, having him lay on a clean portion of the sheets and kissing him deeply before pulling away with a smirk on his face "I thought you were going to lick my piercings?"
He groaned, looking up at the blond "I have almost a full day to do that.."
Punk chuckled and brushed his blond hair out of his face before sitting on the mattress Indian-style and cocking his head to the side "…you need a shower."
"Mm.. shower sex? Give me a few minutes."
He rolled his eyes, stretching slightly, his body the perfect amount of sore "..you have 2 minutes or I'll lock the door." With that he got up and walked to the ridiculously large bathroom and set the water to as hot as he could stand it, smirking when he heard Corey curse and soon the man's footsteps in the bathroom.
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"Answer me!"
John shivered, knowing what this man was capable of when he was upset "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit."
He flinched, eyes screwing shut as the man smacked his ass hard again. John could already feel the skin bruising. A breech of con—oh. No it wasn't, Vince made that very clear. When it came to John anything went. He groaned out again when the larger male bit his shoulder hard and pulled John's head back at the same time. Leave it to this bastard to ruin everything he found enjoyable about sex. He hissed when Brock hit him again.
"Last chance."
"…n-no. I don't know who you're talkin' about!" John knew what was coming after this but he wouldn't tell Brock Randy's name much less give him his address. No one would touch Randy because of him.. even if it meant he'd pay the price. John braced himself when he felt Brock pull himself away, shifting slightly and earning a harsh shove to his shoulders and another hard slap this time to the back of his thigh.
"Don't you fuckin' move. I'll show you why you never got over me. Why your marriage failed. Why I still haunt your fuckin' dreams."
A pathetic whimper left him, his eyes started to water as he felt Brock practically kick his legs open and line up. John turned his face to the bed, biting the sheets roughly as the man entered him dry and without prep. He felt the tearing and it only made more tears fall, this man had broken him a few years ago made it so John couldn't really devote himself emotionally to anyone and now he was doing it all over again. Old wounds opened and it felt as if salt was being poured into them. Everything hurt but this time, John knew it would hurt much deeper and longer than before. He gasped when Brock started a brutal pace, small pleas for him to stop coming out but Brock only redoubled his efforts.
John shut off his mind at this point. He just wanted it to be over. So he went to the same place he did when Hunter was with him, closing his eyes and trying to zone out the worst of it, just riding out the waves of pain, shame, and disgust rolling over him.
But of course Brock never let him off so easily. John started squirming away when Brock grabbed his cock and started stroking him "N-no.. please."
"Shut the fuck up. You always enjoyed this, still do. When I get you to come, you'll remember how low you are. How fuckin' sick and lost you are and how you always come for me no matter how I treat you. You're mine."
John whimpered then, words sneaking their way into the deepest recesses of his mind and triggering an onset of emotions that John had thought he'd locked away a long time ago. The John that was used to this abuse resurfaced and he felt himself revert even further into a hopeless and helpless state. His body betrayed him, cock hardening despite the pain he was feeling because Brock was now stroking him furiously.
Not too long after, both men were gone, John coming with a small whine as he felt his world crashing down on him and felt suffocated with his self-loathing.
Brock pulled out unceremoniously, leaving the bleeding, crying man against the bed and wiping his hand on the bed sheets "..You're disgusting. Go get yourself cleaned up."
John's body was working on auto-pilot now. Only thing he knew for sure was that he was alone and afraid … and disgusting. He walked into the bathroom and made quick work of cleaning himself up, tears streaming down his face when it got to cleaning the mess he'd made on his own abs because maybe Brock was right and maybe he did like being treated like the piece of garbage he was. And suddenly, Hunter didn't seem so bad. Maybe he should thank the man for giving him what he'd needed while Brock was away. He was Brock's again after all.
John stumbled into the room, face blank and eyes glazed over. He looked to the bed and saw Brock sleeping in the middle as well as a pile of sheets and a pillow on the small couch. At least this time he got a couch. John walked over, body hurting everywhere as he sunk into the couch and covered himself up. He didn't bother to get dressed because he knew he'd just be punished for it later.
He was reverting, spiraling down into an unforgiving space that everyone knew made no sense. Everyone knew John Cena deserved better than this – everyone but John.
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"'m tired. I don't think I can.." Alex whined breathlessly, squirming when Dolph lapped his overly sensitive cock.
He looked up at the man, blue eyes going wide and pleading as he swallowed a mouthful of the man's come. Dolph gently kissed the head of Alex's now soft member "Sure you can, baby boy. For me? I'll do all the work." He grinned mischievously, gently nuzzling the man's inner thigh because he knew how much Alex liked when he kept a little stubble on his cheeks.
Alex gasped, arching off the bed slightly and biting his lip hard. "I thought the clients were supposed to call the shots?" he tried to sound teasing but the need was evident in his voice. Then again, you couldn't blame him when Dolph was looking like the living definition of 'sex' and nibbling his inner thigh.
Dolph's eyes softened a little, full plea-mode on as he hovered over Alex's cock, warm breath caressing the man's smooth skin "..but I fucked you. –now it's my turn.. please, baby boy?" Okay so the nickname was cheating. He knew how much Alex loved it and was using it against him.
Alex grunted and reached down to pet the man's poofed up hair down before giving a slight tug "You'll do all the work?"
Dolph knew it was supposed to be a question but he just smirked, nuzzling Alex's thigh again and this time feeling his client's cock twitch against his palm. He grinned and turned his face, sucking a lazy mark on the smooth skin. It was against the rules but he and Alex had agreed to sneak marks on each other when they could and Dolph would always leave them where clothes could cover it up since this man was a sports anchor and needed to be blemish-free.
He slowly started stroking Alex once he managed to work the man up to full length, smirking up at him and kissing the bruise he made earlier. "See? I told you you could." Dolph slid up the bed until he was eye-level with the younger man and kissed him deeply, hand moving quicker on Alex's leaking cock.
"Dolph-.." he arched and started bucking into the older man's fist, nails raking down Dolph's back as he tried to get the man closer.
Dolph recognized the need, knew the man wouldn't be able to last nearly as long as their first round this time. He straddled the man's hips, smirking down at him as he lined up and sank down on Alex's hard cock. "Mm.." Dolph panted softly, trying to regain some semblance of composure as he slowly rolled their hips together.
Alex's mouth was wide open, loud groan leaving him as Dolph's perfect ass clenched around him. He swore he could get lost in this sensation; if he was told Dolph would be the only person he'd be allowed to fuck for the rest of his life, he'd be okay with that. The man started bouncing on his cock and Alex grunted out, hand moving up to Dolph's hair and pulling the man down for a harsh kiss.
Once their lips fused and tongues began rolling together in nothing but passion, their movements became sloppy, both men already too close from their previous lovemaking. Dolph felt Alex's hand start traveling down towards his cock and he reached out for it, pinning the man's hand to the bed as he breathed out against his lips "I don't need it."
He groaned upon hearing those words, bucking upwards just as Dolph sank down and he knows he hit the man's prostate when the tight channel clenched around him. They kept the pace up, Dolph whining every now and again before Alex felt the escort's nails dig into his chest as Dolph came all over their abs, leaving a sticky mess between them. Alex groaned and bucked upward harshly before trying to get Dolph to move off him but the man wasn't having any of it "..I can't hold it."
"..so don't."
Alex groaned, their eyes locking for a moment as he felt Dolph clench around him almost suffocating his cock "..but we didn't put.." Dolph crashed their lips together then, the man sinfully grinding his ass down on Alex's leaking cock and making obscene noises fall from both of their mouths.
Dolph panted against Alex's lips "Fuck the condom. I need this." That was all it took, soon the younger man's seed splashed into him and Dolph groaned, biting Alex's lip hard when he felt the brunette's nails claw down his back again.
Rules broken everywhere and Dolph had a feeling this wouldn't even brush the surface before the end of their time together. But then again, he was sure they weren't the only couple bending some of the rules tonight.
…
He panted softly, brushing the blond locks out of his face and groaning when he felt Corey slide back up his body, planting kissing along Punk's stomach. Punk's eyes fluttered closed when the man leaned against him, Corey's lips latched onto Punk's nipple, sucking softly as his tongue flicked across the nub and his teeth dragged along the small barbell piercing. "..who knew you had such quick recovery time?"
His voice was teasing so Corey grinned against the man's nipple and bit down a little harder on the swollen nub, chuckling softly as he reached behind Punk to shut the water off "You mean 'we' .. I'm pretty sure we both just went at it two more times in here."
Punk grinned, eyes still glazed over as he stepped out of the shower and bent down for a towel. He jumped when Corey slapped his ass and glared at the man "I should cut you off for that."
"Mm.. but you won't. You're an attention whore. At least those nipples are. They won't let me ignore them for 16 full hours."
Punk blushed, knowing it was true. He wouldn't admit it though so he just huffed and toweled himself off, muttering to himself about 'assholes' and 'pricks' as he walked over to his pile of clothes and put on his boxers again. He was going to get dressed again but he remembered that it was an overnight thing.
Suddenly, Punk was slightly anxious again. Would Corey want him to sleep on the pull-out couch? Would he tell him to do something else? Punk nervously bit his lip piercing, looking over at Corey anxiously but puffing up when he saw the smirk on the man's face. "What?"
Corey saw the way Punk tried to act tough as soon as he thought he was being ridiculed and he found that somewhat heartbreaking because he assumed Punk had his reasons for immediately jumping on the defensive. Still, he didn't mention anything and instead he ran the towel over his short hair before tossing it in the corner of the room and jumping onto the bed. He glanced at Punk "…Nothing." Corey scanned the man's face for a few moments and smiled when Punk started walking to the couch "..you're joking, right? Get your ass over here. Oh.. and lose the boxers. I like sleeping naked which means you do too.. for tonight." he grinned when Punk flushed but slipped out of the boxers, still unsure how this man could go from sexual deviant to nervous mess in a matter of seconds.
When Punk was settled in bed, laying a few inches away from Corey, he looked at the man "I'm not gonna sleep much am I?" it was a joking question but by the look on Corey's face when the man chuckled and looped an arm around him to pull him closer, Punk knew the answer. And for some reason, he knew he would be more than okay with the lack of sleep tonight.
A/N: So I wrote three couples in here and that's why the two minor ones were so short (that and I don't like going into detail with the whole rape scene) but I hope you guys enjoyed it because we're speeding things up in the next one. :3 Review?