Disclaimer: I don't own any of the guys playing in this fic, nor do I own the WWE or make money with this, and the Survivor Series are proof, I wouldn't have had Edge with a title, yeuuuh beeuuuh yikes beurk, well I own the hotel they played in hehe, no, seriously, nothing's mine, besides the words and my nightmares ;)

This are the events leading to something that sprung out of my sick mind, I don't think those two would, well, I'd love to have a tape of that if they did lol, but no, nothing real pictured here hehehe, just my imagination running wild…

*Have you tried the Pepsi machine* , now I'm still on the floor lol, grazie Santino hehehe

Additionnal Note: While I was writing, my idea from a short smutty, dirty thing evolved, I'm too inclined on going down on emotions, and so I had to start to go back in time and check for matches between those two (so the action in the different matches is quite what really happened, I just twisted things around a little to make it fit better lol and kept very far away from starting to write about action outside the shows, would have become a book if I had done that hehehe

I also do apologize that I make them like each other *sorry*,

It still stays dirty and smutty though, just some fondness added lol, and a larger timeframe, it now covers March to July 2008 for Kane and CM Punk…

Other protagonists: Undertaker, Jeff Hardy (mentioned), Batista…

So, happy reading guys, hope you'll like it :-)

Oh and yes, now that I finished hehe, I can tell you that I couldn't refrain from writing an aftermath… It didn't feel completed without :-)

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Consequence Number 01

Conquering a Punk – Or what trust may bring

Great American Bash 20th July 2008

The Slow Beginnings (Wrestlemania)

He watched the match from backstage, wondering who would be the challenger for Chavo, for the title, the belt he could now start feeling around his waist, only his match to win and then he'd be the one with the opportunity to go and get the gold… And the fact it was Kane made him smile, well, Chavo wouldn't enjoy that, and with his Money in the Bank win, he was all fuzzy inside, now he couldn't go for his friend, because Kane had been nothing but decent with him up until now, most of the time observing him silently and ever so often catching his gaze, no, going for his title was clearly out of the question…

Aprils fool? (April 1st)

Kane had gone to the ring to make his little speech, making sure they all knew not to get in his path if they wanted to survive, as a music hit the arena, one he knew only all to well, belonging to a person he had up until now felt he could trust, well he hadn't been backstabbed by Punk yet, and as it seemed, the yet was up… He stared at the man standing there, with the briefcase high and wondered if he had started to trust him to quick, like so often, but deep inside Kane didn't feel threatened, and it didn't have anything to do with the fact that he was a lot bigger than Phil, no, he couldn't believe he'd do that now, come and challenge him, they got along, right…

Kane didn't let him out of his sight, moving back a little and eyes burning down on CM Punk as he entered the ring, his eyes shaded by sadness for a brief second, one that didn't go unnoticed with a few people, his brother backstage hissed to himself, he knew that kid was bad news for Kane, and Phil who never wanted Kane to think he'd come out and challenge him for the title, how could he think that, he just wanted to congratulate him, and raise the stakes a little, the fans would go wild with anticipation what would follow… Kane decided to start, thinking he'd just imagined the cute smile Phil was flashing him "So I see that you had a good day Sunday too…" he moved closer, smiling himself too as Phil was aknowledging that fact, his voice stayed emotionless as he continued, threat hanging clearly in the air "…But if you're out here to do, what I think you're gonna do, you won't have such a good night tonight", Phil shook his head "Take it easy big fellow, take it easy, see while I'm extremely happy I've won the money in the bank latter match at Wrestlemania, I came out here to let you know I'm a little bit jalous…", the scrutiny from Kane he had to endure was nothing to make him tremble, he sickly enjoyed the guy's stare on him as he continued "See what I've got right here is a guaranteed contract for a championship match, you actually went and won yourself a championship… But then again, my championship match can happen whenever I want… It could be next year, it could be next month, it could be next week, you know, if you really wanna press me, it could be right here, right…", a music hit the arena and Punk just finished, annoyed "…now", Kane's eyes stayed on Punk a sec and their eyes met, chilling them both before they put their attention to the one who had interrupted them, fact they both didn't enjoy for the least to say…

Well the whole thing was pretty funny, and as they arrived backstage, Kane put a hand on Phil's shoulder stopping him on his track, staring deep into his eyes "Were you going to challenge me? Honestly", he shook his head "No, just wanted to come and congratulate you, that's all, honestly… You earned that title fair and square, and I would be an ass if I came for it now… Was more to get the audience burning too you know…", Kane seemed to let that information sink, then shook his head affirmatively "Good…", and he left him standing there, lost in thought…

Phil was wondering all through the evening why he was feeling like that around Kane, he'd always sickly liked to guy, and now he could yet again team up with him, getting ready in his lockerroom he had a cute little smile on his face, he was going to show him he was powerful enough to be his partner… They met behind the curtain, ready to destroy the two clowns who had decided to make their evening a little more interesting…

Fighting with emotions (June 3th)

When Phil stood on the turnbuckle, staring at Kane, he just could shake his head, he felt like his heart was being crushed by the glare Kane gave him, he was forced to this match and didn't want him to think anything else, and it was too bad he didn't look when Kane's eyes showed just the same pain, he knew the kid was hurting, had to be hurting, and still just did it, not backing out or down, taking upon opponent after opponent, and he knew very well it wasn't his doing, but still, he wouldn't be gentle, no, a match was a match, irritating opponent or not, and this one was irritating, CM Punk seemed drawn to him like a moth was to light, not ever had he seen a flicker of fear in the kid's eyes, and he knew tonight wouldn't be different…

The second the bell rang, Kane stopped liking him, or at least pushed any feeling of liking very deep and locked it there, and Phil felt just that when he was slammed away, he just glared at Kane, at least he could have gone a little gentler on that one, but apparently to Kane he was just another opponent, even if backstage he was nothing but nice to him, come to think about that he found that quite astonishing, but had never thought further on the subject, just enjoying the big guy's presence whenever he could…

And he didn't even feel sorry when he ended up laying hurting on the ringfloor, winding in pain after what he felt was a not so bad match, hoping Kane wouldn't kill him now that he was pretty defensless, but before that thought could even process through correctly, he felt being rolled away, at least that was what it felt like, and there was too much movement around, but he hit the floor and hissed, body screaming in pain, and wondering who the fuck had just done that… He had his next conscient thought when he felt his body being moved again, and opening his eyes he saw it was Kane who dragged him along, he managed a smile "Thanx man, what happened", "Future corpses", leaving Phil wondering who had been the idiots to come and mess with Kane and why the heck he was helping him when he could go chasing them…

Fragile Trust, No Matter What (June 10th)

When Kane went, door flying, into McMahon's office and asked for a match against Miz and Morrison, his mind was already made up as to his partner, it worked perfectly with Phil and that was his personal bottom line, as he politely made his request, voice showing he wasn't ready to discuss the matter, and he got it granted, making him laugh evily "Good" as he made his way to find CM Punk…

"Interested in becoming tag-team-champion?", a question straight to the point, and a Punk lifting his head from the bench he had been resting on, gazing intrigued at the man standing hoovering above him, it took him a little to realize what he had just asked, and a grin made it to his face "Only with you as a partner Kane", he received a wicked smile as an answer "Then be ready later" and with that he was left alone again, scratching his head, the grin still on his face and a very very weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, the little games of getting closer with Kane started to become more intense, and he wondered where this was leading…

Later that night Kane helped back CM Punk, again, who seemed really hurt, and he dragged him to the medics, pushing him onto the examination table and keeping him down by the shoulders "Check him", Phil just smirked, between amusement and real pain, everybody else in the room trembled, the mismatched eyes firmly on them, a low rumble "NOW", Phil moved one arm up, his hand patting Kane's on his shoulder "Easy big guy, I'm ok, just strained a rip", "Broke I'd say", "No, I'm ok", the Undertaker was standing at the door, leaning on the frame, and quietly observing the scene, wondering what went on with his brother and that CM Punk guy, not that it was his business, he knew Kane could watch his own back, but it was more curiosity that had made him follow them, and what intruiged him, was that he could sense genuine care in his brothers aura, as if he really wanted the kid to go better, and knowing his bro, he knew after a lost match the Big Red Machine's temper was very fueled, and yet he didn't seem to blame Phil for their loss, it was all very confusing to the Deadman as he moved back and left them alone…

When they had finished with Phil, he was nicely wrapped up and Kane, without a thanx to the poor, still scared medics, took Phil and caried him to his lockerroom "Get dressed, I'll be back… And hurry", Phil shook his head a little smile on his lips "I'll try…", he couldn't thank Kane, he was gone too fast, leaving an intrigued yet happy Punk, who was wondering why he was acting this concerned. He managed to somehow hurry and was ready just in time to see the door open and Kane standing there, ready too "What are you, Superman", Kane entered and closed the door, wicked smile on his lips, very disposed to see how far he could go with CM Punk as his mismatched eyes started to shine red "No, not Superman, but not far off", Phil had been on the process of licking his lip and stalted, immobile, staring at him for a good minute, trying to get himself to stop staring like an idiot which was more difficult than he thought, he was just to fascinated with the spectacle, before mumbling "I knew it"…

He took his bag and colliding with Kane's chest "Knew what?", Phil looked up and grinned "That you had to have some powers, you wouldn't have beaten me last week if you didn't have", a hand came to his throat and he was lifted "Oh is that so?", Phil chuckled, bag dropping, legs wrapped around Kane's hips to make the position more bearable and added "Oh yes", and then started to laugh "No, seriously, just kidding you know", Kane cocked his head to the side and grinned, eyes flaming again "I know", and he placed Phil securely on the floor again, who was still staring at his eyes, cheeks a little flushed as he admitted "Your eyes are beautiful in their normal state, but those flames, that's just hot", Kane was way too amazed to react to that comment, fact Phil was glad for as he pulled the bigger guy along…

Cashing in for happiness ( June 30th)

Kane was standing backstage talking to Mark, when Phil rushed by, dragging a referee along "What was that?", he grinned at his brother "Oh, well I think it's time for a cashing in", Mark shook his head "And you find this amusing", well looking at it it really was, as CM Punk was rushing past an astonished Batista, who realized what was happening before his eyes, and he angry groaned walking backstage "I can't believe he'll get it now… It should be mine", he stood next to the brothers and watched the inevitable happen in the ring, Edge losing his title to CM Punk, Kane commenting it dryly "Well let's see the good part in it, he won't have to crash the wedding now", Mark looked at him with a quizzical look "What are you talking about", "The kid said he'd enjoy doing just that in an interview", Mark wondered since when his brother kept track of other people's interviews, but when it came to CM Punk, nothing was impossible as far as his brother was concerned, Punk who still didn't really realize what he just had had the balls to do, hands shaking as he held his titel, his belt in his hands, he had just become World Heavyweight Champion, sinking to his knees it hit him, he had seriously done it, it was his…

When he got backstage, hands stil clutching the belt thightly he collided with Kane who had walked up to him, blocking his way, and staring from Phil's eyes to the belt back to his eyes, before extending his hand and wiping off the tears that were flooding down his cheeks with his thumbs "Your celebration is a crying session?", Phil started laughing, shaking his head "No, I'm overwelmed I just did that", "Congrats Champ", Phil flashed a genuine smile "Thanx Kane, man I can't believe I just did that", Batista just was shaking his head "I can't either, but nicely played… Just don't get too used to being a champion, I want that", he pointed towards the belt, Phil cocking his head "Don't think you're the only one"

Confusing Hatred (July 14th)

Phil had just finished getting ready when the door sprung open and a familiar face walked in, stopping right in front of him and hoovering over him, and the way his sometimes tagteam-partner was breathing and inhaling he could tell something was bugging him, he just couldn't figure it out what it was, so he just stood there, arms crossed and waited for Kane to start, and he didn't have to wait long, "Deep down inside I know he's dead", he was lost, well he knew Kane was, special for the least to say, but he had been around him often enough and weird fact, he had never felt threatened or afraid of the Big Red Machine, all the contrary as it was, he literally enjoyed the big guy's presence and his, well eerie aura, and he seriously wanted to know what was going on, maybe be there for him if he needed help, and help Kane needed, that Phil was sure about, he didn't go for the insane theory some people were eager to spread, he had gotten to know him and if something put him in that kinda state, something had to be going on "Who are you talking about Kane", he just ignored him, not sure if he could trust him completely yet, actually the two only men he trusted to wrestle tonight in his state were Punk and his brother, the latter impossible "Look Punk, we've been tagteam partners before, but tonight I need you in that ring one on one", Phil looked at him, the words processing in his mind, he wanted what? Oh yes, a match, he raised his eyebrows, voice showing he didn't understand what was going on "I've got the biggest match of my life in six days and you come in here and challenge me to a match tonight?", well, it didn't go that bad, he hadn't said no yet "This isn't about the title, I need this", and he sounded very serious and very pressed to have his way, Phil had made up his mind, if his friend needed help, hell, he'll give it to him, and who better than Kane to exercise with before having to meet Dave Batista "Ok, Ok, but then I need something too, I need to prove to all the naysayers that think I shouldn't be champion, I need to prove I'm not a fluke, prove myself to everybody who thinks I've got a snowballs chance against Batista this Sunday, so you know what, you're on", he couldn't let slip the opportunity and added "One more thing… What's with the bag?", he just got laughter, spooky laughter and a gaze he tried to decypher as Kane walked away, who wondered how far he could take it with the entire truth and Phil…

Mark had seen that intervention on the screen, and wasn't sure about CM Punk having made the right decision, so as the match started he was standing backstage overlooking the whole disaster, and seeing his brother snap he looked at Dave "If you want your match on Sunday, better go and help him", "Not the first time they have a killer match man, Punk and your bro seem to enjoy kicking the life out of each other from time to time" but one look into the Deadman's eyes made Batista react "Can you…", "Go, I'll go and tell them", and Mark wondered why he suddenly wanted to intervene, now he couldn't go out there, but Dave could, and in his eyes it was all for his brother's best, nothing else, as he threatened the poor guys to get Batista's entrance song ready…

Meanwhile in the ring, Phil was dodging flying chairs, and the scary glare his friend had made him shiver, he had snapped, now it wasn't the first time Phil was on the receiving end, he had had the pleasure of being dragged around their lockerroom by his throat once, Kane hadn't hurt him, not really, just kept an iron grip on him as he was mumbling incomprehensible stuff that Phil considered freaky, now this time he looked a lot more aggressive and, yeah well crazy, and as he went down, punches raining down on him he couldn't but hope he would stop really fast and realize what he was doing… Well he didn't, and Phil needed some time to assert the situation as he was helped up, he looked into Dave's eyes, not understanding since when he had become friends with him, but apparently that wasn't the case, he refused to shake his hand, now that Phil could live with, but patting him like that was just more he than could take, and he pushed the bigger guy back, making clear he wouldn't tolerate that kind of crap anymore… He should have been ready, he knew Dave wasn't one to wait before answering, he just was too exhausted to react and ended crushing onto the ringfloor, hurt and embarrassed for a second time in five minutes…He felt broken as he made his way backstage, well and hurt a little, and an awful lot pissed like hell at not having been ready to kick Dave's ass the way he deserved it…

When Phil made it backstage, his helpers were replaced by a tattooed arm, and looking up his eyes met Mark's, who sighed and shook his head "You were asking for it, my brother isn't a tamed kitten you can brawl with kid", "Uuuh, thanx for telling me", he tried to wriggle free from the grip "Don't be stupid, I'm only here to help you Punk", "I don't need it", Mark just let go of him, he had enough practice with defiance, stubborness and coolness with Hardy not to get into it with Punk now, who made a slide to the floor, hitting his knees hard on the flor, still panting "Stupid fucker", add major disrespect to the list, he grabbed Phil by the neck and dragged him along the hallway "You'll go and get checked now, then you take a shower and move your ass to your hotel… Stay away from Kane kid, that's my only advice", Phil started laughing his ass off, Kane liked throats and his brother liked necks, was too funny after the heat of the match and all of the weird emotions that had been stirred up "Taker, come on, let go…", his laughter enraging Mark an awful lot, it seemed his brother seemed to enjoy trouble and defiance too…

They were followed by a fiery glaze, and Kane just went to his lockerroom, destroying the bench, angry that his brother would dare doing something like that, that kid was his, his alone…

Mark didn't miss the look on his brothers face when he entered their lockerroom, and far from being dumb, or blind, he knew exactly what this was about, he didn't even have to voice anything, an angry snarl making it to his ears "What where you doing with that kid? Missing yours already", yep, that was the reaction he had been waiting for, he shook his head "O Glen come on, I just helped him out a little", and there was Kane standing right in front of him, staring him dangerously down "No, stay away from him, he's mine, mine bro", Mark had to seriously concentrate and bite his tongue not to make a teasing comment on how Glen sounded right about now, he just shrugged his shoulders getting down "He's nobody's but his own as far I'm concerned Kane"

Glen got down too, spitting "He'll be mine", "And there's where I see the problem, he ain't one of your previous toys, don't do that to him, he's a good guy", "I only do good guys", "Don't do it Glen, not him, take someone else, Orton for instance", "Been there, fucked him silly Mark, was boring as hell, that guy can't take shit", "Great, so this time it will be worse", Glen really didn't see the point in keeping this discussion run for long "Or a lot better, anyways, he's adult and had his vaccins, so he can choose for himself", "To pass a night in hell?"

"Oh, some would say heaven Mark", "You and heaven, what are you injecting them, liquid Lsd?", "You're just pissed because your toyboy probably got suspended Deadman, doesn't mean I can't have some fun", Glen eyed Mark, who demonstratively rolled his eyes at the venom his brother was spitting, with nothing but suspicion in his eyes "You're not after him are you? Cause you know, if you ask nicely I can share", "You're disgusting, you should wear a sign or something to warn the innocent", "I think my size speaks for itself", "I so hope you didn't mean what I think you meant there bro", there was a low chuckle, and Mark pulled a face, knowing perfectly well what his dear brother had meant, and pushing away the images that became quite vivid, he tried one last time to get his brother to consider his newest obsession "Don't… You'll end up breaking him, he's more fragile than you think", "Oh yeah, since he really wants a riskfree life he likes to wrestle with the big ones, wow, are you that regarding towards your plaything too", Mark was very sick of Kane's constant stupid comments about his plaything, lover, pet, punching back, so he just shook his head, hands put before it "That's mutual, and can we leave him out of it please", a chuckle "You're calling yourself his plaything now?", enough was enough "Watch your tongue little brother… Or I'll blast you into oblivion", a defiant snarl came along the amused voice "That could backfire bro, and what would Vince say about an exploded lockerroom?", Mark let out a dramatic sigh "Ok, do it, but not in our hotelroom, take his, seriously, I can't have another crying session like the one last time", Glen laughed, but not a nice one, it was icy "Wasn't my fault that Rey got scared", "Yeah, scared, I'd say terrified, terrorized", Kane just shrugged his shoulders "Wasn't my fault", "Oh, levitating and trying to fuck him silly on the ceiling, yeah, great idea, you can call yourself lucky he didn't spread the word bro, rape, magic…", "No-one would have believed him anyways", "Not so sure about that, you pass as weird already, such allegations…", Kane interrupted him "Punk won't do that, I'm pretty sure it's what he wants too", Mark let out a last deep sad sigh "That's what I fear too bro" and patting his younger, yet bigger brother's shoulder he left him alone to dwell on his words…

A move is made (The Great American Bash)

Kane found Phil backstage, all sweaty and yawning, he hoovered over him from behind, murmuring straight in his ear "Got lucky Punk", Phil turned, eyes meeting his and smiled "Yeah, though I would have preferred beating him on my own", Kane's hand nonchalently passed over a couple of new bruises on Phil's body, making the smaller man quiver slightly, before asking "Care to celebrate?", Phil affirmatively shook his head "Just give me time to change, and I'll be yours", he knew how it sounded and that was exactly what he wanted, to be possessed by the Big Red Machine, owned, made his, and his only…

Later that night, when Mark got back to the room, he entered and stopped on the spot, not believing what he saw, usually his brother had to obduct his preys, but with Phil it had been all smooth, he had seen him leave with his brother freely, and now he was safely attached to the bed, spread-eagled, a thick chain on each ankle and wrist, Mark wondered how Kane had managed to get the iron chains attached in the first place but the whole view was such a pleasure for the eye that he really didn't care, Phil couldn't see him since he had a blindfold on, and he still looked pretty happy, all naked, a glistering cockring twinkling around a very hard member, licking his lips and pulling the chains a little, mumbling "I can hear you Kane", Mark had a smirk, and moved over to his bed, and then very nonchalently went over to him and slid the blindfold up, grinning at him "Really? Well I'm not him, and I don't think you want me substituting to your torturer", Phil's already flushed cheeks deepened in color, and he was grateful that Mark took the cover of the floor and covered him a little "Glen left you?", "Went to get some ice", "Ice huh? You're ok?", Phil stared at him, a wide wicked grin on his lips "Ok? I'm more than ok", "So… You're ok with all of his games", "Oh hell yeah", "Hum, I'll propose this once, only once, you want out of it, tell me now", "Are you kidding me?", "No", "Don't you dare", "So, you want this", "Yeah, without you lurking around that is", "Sorry, I'm in this room too", "And you'll stay?"

Mark got down next to Phil's thigh and let his hand roam the skin "Hey…", he only got a chuckle as response as the hand continued tracing an imaginary pattern "Hey…", Mark's eyes met his "What?", "Don't", "You could have us both you know", "I just want him", "Aaah, so you like my brother", "He's cool", "Amazed me you never were afraid of him or betrayed him already", "Why would I", "Oh, I could give you so many reasons Phil, so many, but guess you'll have to find out all by yourself", an icecube hit Mark at the head "Did you forget I told you to stay away from him", "And did you forget I told you no playing in our room", Phil's eyes moved from one to the other, and was starting the realize the situation, he was naked, chained and the brothers were discussing as if it was the most normal thing in the world, now he wasn't one either to make a fuss about this, but his body was just the opposite of the ice, and looking at Kane made him stirr, a couple of bruises from the match hurt a little on top of everything, he wanted his pleasure to continue, and fast "Hey, I'm waiting"

Mark had seen Glen's eyes turn red, and he couldn't but wonder what would happen now that Phil had interrupted his little brother's anger built-up, but what made him tilt the most was the reaction Phil had, basically none, just a sweet smile looking at him, no obvious fright or terror, he seemed very relax and calm, so he had to ask him "You knew?", "What", "That", "What that?", Mark was about to seriously explode, one punk playing those games with him was enough, and at least Jeff always got his punishment by him, now he wasn't sure Kane was gonna do something about Phil, so he leaned over him, and caressed his face, before slapping him hard "Now, you answer correctly… Do you know about his little tricks?", there was a trail of red running down Phil's chin and he was hissing "What did you do that for you stupid ass", before the hand could slap again the temperature had risen drastically and a gaze over to Kane made him realize his brother was seriously pissed now, eyes on fire, a deep shade of red burning with intensity and making him make a wise judgement call before aggravating the situation "Bro, he called for it you know that", "Get away from him"

Phil had never been so happy to be on Glen's good graces and relaxed a little, that voice was so full of hatered and threat that he knew he wouldn't let Mark touch him again, and his presence, as he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the blood with his fingers before sucking it sent a bolt of heat to his groin, one that didn't go unnoticed, a hand roamed south and took a firm grip on his hard member, squeezing, Glen's somewhat insane laughter echoing through the room "I see you're still interested after his intervention, or was it his intervention?", there was a headshake "Was just your mere presence", Kane's eyes locked with his, and he sensed that he was speaking the truth, which was amazing enough and cooled his temper down, he traced his cheek softly, turning to his brother "Don't you dare touch my pet again, you hear me", Mark had gotten down on his bed and let out an annoyed sigh "Won't touch him if he doesn't disrespect me, and you better make sure he doesn't go and spread the word bro", he knew he had a long night before him, but what the heck, even he found his brother hot, so watching him do cute guys wasn't a real downer, on the contrary…

Kane waited for Mark to move over to the bathroom before bending and planting his lips on Phil's, claiming them for a brutal kiss, while his hand was moving up and down on his cock, squeezing thightly, knowing that the release the younger man was praying for wouldn't come until the ring would be removed, and he wasn't about to do that, the desire and lust in Punk's eyes were just to enticing to already stop the game, he glided down, making sure to bite both nipples hard before slowly continuing his path down, so long he had wanted to taste him, and now he finally could see how loud Phil could moan…

And moaning he could, feeling a wet heat source wrapping around his cock, he started to pull the chains, but couldn't make them move an inch, he let out a frustrated growl when Kane stopped and just stared at him "I take that you like it", "Go on man, please", "Beg Punk", if it was possible that his cheeks flushed deeper they did, as he, panting, voiced "Suck me… Suck me dry…", Phil was on another planet, or at least his mind had been thrown there, all he wanted was to come, and all Kane did was teasing him to a point where his cock started to painfully harden even more, the ring becoming a serious annoyance, "Please… Let… Take it off… Please", Kane's evil laughter echoed through the room, making Mark wonder if now was the moment where his brothers plaything would start crying and wanting out, but apparently Phil was just as, well Mark called it sick as his brother and enjoyed the painful treatment when Kane bit down on his cock, before taking an icecube and sliding it up and down the twitching member…

When the chains got removed Mark was already asleep, and Phil was somewhere between reality and dream, his whole body still reacting to every touch Kane gave him, trembling and panting, just plainly satiated and very very happy, and even more as he felt the big frame move next to him and pull him close "I think I'll keep you here Punk, guess I'm not done with you yet", Phil just managed a chuckle and a sweet "Thank you Kane… I…", he didn't finish his sentence, not sure how Kane would react to his emotional ramblings, he wouldn't be able to voice anything else right now, besides his fondness for the scary guy and the very intense and deep feelings he had for him, it definetly went beyond friendship for him, and he didn't want to ruin the moment, feeling to perfect in his arms…

Early the next morning, Mark was greeted with a very unusual view, Kane usually disposed of his little playthings when done with them, but apparently Punk had somehow managed to be allowed to stay… He was wrapped around Kane, lying more on top of him than anything, chest down and head nuzzled against Kane's neck, his brothers arms safely keeping him there as he could disinguish through the covers, both still asleep. It somehow had something cute to see them like that, the serene expression on his troubled brother's face was a relief for him, and Mark started wondering if he hadn't been wrong about Phil, maybe he was just the right guy for his brother, not afraid of him, liking him and even his strange ways, and Mark was pretty sure he'd never betray his brother like others had done, but would Kane see that too? Or kick the poor guy out when waking up, sighing Mark turn and stretched, before getting up and wandering off to the bathroom, deciding on a nice long bath with his cellphone in his hands, he grinned evily knowing that he would wake up his own lover, and just that thought made him hard in a second and he couldn't wait to hear a sleepy voice pout "You're a stupid fuck Taker… You know what time it is here?" into his ear…

When he got back, still drying his hair, he was greeted by a large grin from his brother, who had started to gently stroke Phil's back, one hand playing through his hair "Hey", "Hey bro", "Well, I see you found yourself something a little more permanent there", there was a long silence before a mumble could be heard "Maybe", Mark decided to ask the question that had been bugging him for a while "You trust him?", another lenghty silence, before a weak mumble "Don't know…" Kane sighed a little, before planting a soft kiss on Phil's forehead "Everything in me yells yes, but I'm not sure I'm ready", Mark could read emotions in his brother's eyes he hadn't seen in a very long time "Well, then go slowly", there was some movement, and CM Punk opened his eyes, trying to stretch but only hissing and stopping any movement, his whole body was screaming, bruises from the match and soreness in his muscles from their nightly activities calling their toll on him, but the heat source beneath him was so comfy and soothing that he managed a smile "Hey big guy", "Hey punk", he got a playful slap on his butt that made him giggle "Hummmm, I slept like a god", Kane's deep laughter echoed "No, you slept with a god", Mark sighed "Bro", "What", he never understood how his brother with all his insecurities managed that type of cockyness when it came to it, he just got dressed and decided to head to the gym "See you later"

The second the door closed Glen's mouth was on Phil's, his tongue forcing her way, exploring, swirling and sucking, before he reversed their positions in one move, pushing Phil's legs apart, which earned him an amused chuckle "That eager big guy?", he fixed him, mismatched eyes more than predatory, before violently penetrating him, eyes still locked with his and one arm keeping both of Phil's wrists above his head on the pillow, penetrating both body and soul entirely and scruting for any reaction of rejection or apprehension, he needed to be sure about this, he didn't need to share a bed with someone who didn't want him one hundred percent and did enjoy it, and what he saw made his fears go numb and evaporate, Phil really wanted this just as bad as he did, his eyes were twinkling with both passion and pain, breath coming in gasps as his body buckled against his and his raspy voice moaned "Deeper… Please…", and Kane obliged, slamming entirely into him and halting, only his hips giving small trusts, action that made the sweetest moans come to his ears…

A hand drapped around Phil's throat, and he opened his eyes slowly, meeting Kane's, his heart had started beating faster than it already had been, his body bucking unvolontary and a moan escaping his lips, Kane could feel his arousal against his lower chest and he knew he was at the verge of coming, which brought a sick smile to his lips, he had gotten himelf one sick lover here, and he couldn't but enjoy it "You like that hin… But you'll have to trust me one hundred percent on this Punk", he could read Phil's agreement in his eyes, he didn't understand what made the kid trust him, but he did, and so, his pounding pace taking up on speed he started to slowly choke him, bending and whispering in his ear before biting gently down on his neck, just above where his hand ended "I'll make you come like you've never in your life… You'll scream your release…", and Phil knew he was right, he had already some trouble of keeping back, and the slow lack of oxygene made his senses twirl in many directions, his body was trembling with pleasure, his hips moving up, legs wrapping around Kane so he could penetrate him even deeper, his hands roaming his back and scratching, body belonging to Kane now, he was at his mercy…

All Kane managed to do was to avoid crushing on top of Phil as they both had their release, he rather just covered him half, panting and trying to catch his breath just as he was doing, thinking about what Kane just had done to him, jeez he loved the guy's fixation on throats, his blocked arm moved a litte and he started to move his hand slowly up and down Kane's back, a happy smile on his face as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a little nap…

Aftermath: A conquering Rage (Unforgiven)

Kane saw what happened to the one that had conquered his fears when he had wanted to conquer his soul on a screen, and the Deadman had a lot of trouble keeping his brother under control "No… You can't go and help him", Mark could have sworn he saw a pout on Kane's face "And why not", "Because people will wonder why you suddenly go against Orton", "I never liked that idiot", "That's not the point bro, you can't… What the hell is wrong with you Kane", Kane shook his head, before mumbling "Well, I… I like him a lot", "Yeah, I got that bro, and I told you it was a dangerous game to play, now don't you go and get involved in his things, he doesn't do it either", "Well, I've never been in a situation like that", Mark knew Phil and his brother had spent a lot of time together, Kane had even invited him over to his place and the punk had accepted, spending days in Kane's personal torture chamber, and even after hardcore sadism he still was as interested in his brother, if not even more, it was amazing, bordering not very normal, but who was he to decide who his brother should play with, and since Phil's intentions were nothing but friendship and trust, he hadn't voiced any objections lately, but now his brother started losing his focus "You can't do it bro, please", there was an annoyed snarl as the door was slammed in his face, leaving Mark hoping his brother would make the wise decision…

He hurt, but what amazed Kane the most was the pure unalterated hatred he could sense in his lover as he was trying to be left alone by the medics, and gush he was fueling on it, it was so intense he had to keep the shudders back, and the need to ravish him right there, and the fact they had been four against him, well besides that little intervention from Kingston, made him proud, he hadn't chosen to play with the weakest of the pack, he grabbed Phil under the protests of the doc who wasn't sure he wanted to let Punk leave already and pulled him along "Just don't die on me Punk", Phil managed to crack a smile "I'll try… Hey… Not so fast…", the world had a way of spinning around him, a huge headache already forming on top of the bitter frustration that he felt, he ripped his arm free, and stared at Kane "That bastard stole my title", "I know, and I'm sorry for that Punk", Kane didn't understand why it suddenly mattered to him too, but seeing the painful anger his lover was in he knew he had to help him, Phil had helped him so much until now, never betraying his trust, always being there for him, just like his brother had always been, so he grabbed him and took him back to the hotel, not letting the younger man voice any objections, vengeance would have to wait, Phil was more important now…

He gently pulled the cover over Phil, pulling him close and sighing "You'll get it back… And you'll make them pay… I know you… I know you're too strong to not have a title", Phil curled up around Kane, his body fitting perfectly with the larger frame of his lover "And you?", "I'm ok, you know me, I'll destroy them all… Rey first", Phil laughed, but the pain in his head made him cringe and curl more, Kane making a snap decision… They had done so much together… He knew many of his powers already, and Kane never stopped to be amazed at Phil not minding to join their minds, he always let the bigger guy enter his mind, no paranoia, no fear, so why not help him with the pain now… A hand came and massaged Cm Punk's temple, "Relax a little, the pain will go away", Phil sensed heat streaming out of the hand, and closed his eyes relaxing as the pain started numbing to just a slight stinging, he couldn't but close up a little more and put his head on the large shoulder "Thanx Kane", before drifting off into a restful sleep, feeling a hand not stopping to caress him and a known presence in his mind, joining him in his dream like so often…

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All I can say is wow, didn't think I'd write something this long (and I shortened it, hope it stills makes sense, if many readers request the whole thing I may replace this with that one or post it as a single fic, but only if you ask nicely lol), but since it's part of a series of one-shots I had to overdo it in oneshot hehehehe, I promise I really wanted to keep it short and make it a lot more dirty, but it just didn't work out lol, hope you liked it anyway, drop me a line, I absolutely love Reviews, and criticism is always welcome, I love the truth ;-)

Next chapter: the Undertaker and Jeff Hardy after their match on the 14th of November 2008 (had to do that, had to do that lol, just had to, sorry hehehehe)

P.S. The next chapter of "Glimpse of an Eyebeat" is in heavy work and will shortly be posted too, I'm just struggling with it a little, as I ended not liking what I had come up with, but rest assured I'm on it :-)