Title: Heal me please?

Pairing: Adam Copeland (Edge) X Phil Brooks (CM Punk) Mentions of Edge/Vickie (I know I'm sorry guys but it works for one time! I promise!)

Chapter 2

Warnings: M/M, Lang, Oral Sex, angst, etc.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: As Edge is about to seal his fate, Seal the world Heavy weight championship in his grasp, and marry Vickie Guerrero, CM Punk is all set to destroy everything he worked to build.

Disclaimer: Yeah yeah they belong to the old fucker. I know.

MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER!

Adam unlocked his hotel room door, walking into the room he shared with his future wife, and Smackdown General Manager; Vickie Guerrero. He trudged over to the bed, collapsing on it and closing his eyes, his thoughts far from Vickie, but on a certain dark haired Straight Edge superstar. He was the enemy, and yet Adam found himself strangely attracted to him. No! Far worse than that... Adam found himself wanting him, he wanted Punk to take him against his will, and he had wanted Punk to abduct him, take him somewhere and fuc- rape him. Adam knew in his heart, which if Punk had a mind to do just that, he wouldn't fight him. He would embrace his fate...

Adam's eyes shot open as the suite door opened then closed. "Edge?" Vickie called out as she walked into the bed room, spotting him on the bed, she rushed over to him. "You left Smackdown without me?" She exclaimed sitting next to him as he groaned. "Sorry..." Adam muttered rubbing his temple. "Oh... it's okay baby... I mean if you weren't feeling well I guess it's okay... just tell me next time" she crooned in her annoyingly squeaky voice. She leaned over kissing Edge on the mouth, trying to turn it more passionate. Adam closed his eyes kissing her back, trying his best to seem genuine. 'Maybe if I just closed my eyes... *His eyes slid shut*... like this... I could pretend it was him.' Adam kissed Punk passionately, feeling Punk slid his tongue in his mouth, causing him to moan. Vickie smiled into their kiss, rubbing Adam's back. Adam slid his fingers through Punk's shoulder short inky black locks... that almost... seemed longer all of a sudden...

Adam opened his eyes realizing it wasn't Punk. He shoved Vickie away, rolling over, feeling as if he were about to start dry heaving. Vickie sat on the floor, mouth hung open as she scoffed at Adam's strange actions. "What the heel is wrong with you?" She yelled as she stood up. Adam just lied there rubbing his mouth, trying to control his breathing, trying to get ahold of what had just happened. "How dare you just lay there and not answ-" Edge cut her off. "I'm feeling sick okay? Look Vickie... Punk is... I'm worried... he might cash in on wedding! That's what's wrong with me!" He lied as he stood up. "Hey... Baby I'll take care of CM Punk... He won't make it to our wedding... I'll send Chavo, Bam, Hawkins and Ryder after him... Okay?" Vickie asked as Edge rolled his eyes annoyed with her presence. "Whatever" he muttered annoyed trying to hide his concern for Punk.

ECW Taping.

There he was, in a secluded corner of the arena, practicing his kicks and punches. Adam held his breath thinking "God Punk is gorgeous... No... He's not… I don't know what to think anymore..." Punk was wearing his signature wrestling attire, and one of his hoodies. He saw Punk on the move, walking towards the more empty side of the ECW arena; nobody dared follow the Straight Edge superstar. Adam waited a good five minutes, looking back and forth, nobody was paying him much attention, so he slipped away, following Punk at a safe distance. When he lost sight of him, Adam sulked turning to leave until a soft voice from a dark stair way stopped him.

"Why are you following me?"

He jumped, turning to see Punk sitting with his hood on, 'X' marked taped hands clasped, resting on his knees, chin resting on his hands. Adam advanced on Punk slowly, timidly standing at a safe 3 feet distance. "Sit if ya like... I won't bite... unless you want me too that is... if that gets your rocks off..." Punk murmured staring ahead at the wall, never looking at Adam. Adam slowly sat next to Punk, chewing on his bottom lip until Punk finally looked at him. "Punk..." Adam murmured looking into Punk's deep green orbs. "Vickie... she... I'm here to warn you... Vickie is sending La Famila after you... to take you out... for good."

Punk's jaw tightened. "So why are you warning me... isn't that what you want? Me taken out? So I can't cash in my Money in the Bank Briefcase on your wedding? It's what you wanted... isn't it?" Adam bit his lip turning to Punk, moving forward to kneel in front of him, timidly putting his hands on Punk's shoulders. "No... It's not what I want... I used to... but now I don't. I don't know what you did to me... but I-I care about you... I don't want to see you hurt! I don't want to... I don't understand... I don't know... I'm confused... I'm conflicted... I... Ever since Friday night... when you kissed me... what you said to me... You're all that's been on my mind... and I'm not even gay... at least I thought I wasn't..." Adam murmured trailing off as he sucked in a deep breath.

Punk looked on watching the display of emotions flash across Adam's face as he spoke, from neutral, to angst, to anger, to frustration, to confusion before he dropped his head, eyes glued to the concrete floor. "So... what exactly... are you saying, Adam?" Punk asked smirking as Adam squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "You... haunt my dreams... You haunt me... every waking hour of the day... No matter how hard I try, and trust me I have... I can't get you out of my head..." Punk cupped Adam's face, leaning forward, kissing him. Adam returned the kiss, pushing Punk's hood back to run his fingers through Punk's hair.

Punk moaned pulling Adam firmly against him; he tugged Adam up to straddle his waist, their kiss deepening as Adam began to grind against the Straight Edge superstar. Punk slid his arms around Adam, grinding back, loving the sweet friction on his cock. Adam broke the kiss, flicking his tongue against Punk's lip ring, making Punk moan, as he groped Adam's ass. "What do you need?" Punk growled pulling Adam closer against him. "Say it..."

Adam bit his lip, sliding his hands under Punk's hoodie, loving the feel of his muscular chest. "Mmmm I need you... I want you... so bad Punk... I want you... I need you... so fucking bad..." he whined as he attempted to push Punk's hoodie over his head. Punk finally assisted him in doing so, next went Adam's shirt. "Get up..." Punk demanded softly as Adam whined. "Why?" As he climbed off Punk, grabbing his forgotten shirt as Punk stood grabbing his hoodie.

"Not here baby". He murmured grabbing Adam's hand and leading him farther away until they found an unused locker room. Punk lead Adam inside as he closed and locked the door behind them. He tossed his hoodie aside as Adam followed with his shirt. "Got protection?" Punk asked as Adam sighed, quickly searching his person, pulling out his wallet, growling when he saw it had no condom. "It's okay... there's more than one way to get your rocks off" Punk murmured sighing while running a hand through his hair.

"...undo your jeans" Punk murmured as Adam quickly obeyed, shoving his boxer briefs down as well. "Lay down". Adam obeyed, as soon as Punk laid out his hoodie for Adam to lie on. Punk kneeled over Adam, gripping Adam's hard cock, sucking it slowly into the back of his throat, forcing his throat muscles to relax as they stretched to accommodate Adam's size. "Oh ... Fuckkkkk... Punky that's... sooo... goooooddd" Adam gasped trying not to buck his hips as Punk deep throated him, pulling off to look into his eyes. "'Punky'? Adam... that's cute really..." Phil murmured before engulfing him slowly once more causing Adam to cry out in pleasure.

"Punky... no ... more ... playing around... you're going to get us... caught... just hurry up... come on..." Adam growled grasping Punk's hair making Punk wince. "Hey hey Heyyyyyy, no hair pulling... "Punk exclaimed as Adam dug his nails into Punk's hoodie just as Punk went down on him, deep throating him over and over again. "Ooooohhhh Godddd... so Close..." Adam moaned as Punk pulled off stroking Adam with his hand, moving up so he was completely on top of Adam. He began kissing and sucking on Adam's collar bone,making him moan even louder. "Oh god Punky I'm so ... Ooooooo Shit PUN-" Punk moved quickly silencing the blonde's scream of passion with his lips. Adam wrapped both arms around Punk, hands grasping his shoulders as he came.

Punk broke the kiss, holding Adam's shuddering body against him as wave after wave of orgasm washed him. Adam buried his head in Punk's chest until he came down from his orgasm high, slowly moving away from him. "Oh... God Punky that was... amazing... Vickie never would've done that..." Adam murmured as Punk slid down using his mouth to clean the jizz off of Adam, he held his hand up. "Edge please... don't... you'll kill my manhood just mentioning that cow's name... and just between you and I... there's a lot of things I'll do... that she would never do for you..." Punk murmured with a smirk as Adam sat up slowly.

"Punk... I've never... given a blowjob before..." Adam murmured eyeing Punks' bulging trunks as Punk shrugged his shoulders tossing Adam his shirt. Adam watched Punk pick his hoodie up, pulling it on, yet leaving it unzipped. Adam began redressing, as Punk walked over to him kissing him passionately on the mouth, letting him taste himself. "Punky..." Adam murmured slipping his arms around the Straight Edge superstar, holding him against him.

"Punky... I gotta get back to Vickie before-" Adam started but Punk cut him off halfway through his sentence.

"Go... run back to Vickie..." Punky muttered bitterly, before turning to leave. "Punk!" Adam called as Punk stopped, but didn't turn around. "When am I going to see you again?"

Punk snorted bitterly.

"At your wedding... when I cash in" He answered coldly before walking off leaving Adam fuming, conflicted and ... Hurt?

End of Chapter 2