A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter I promise that 5 will be much longer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Punk opened his eyes as last night's events came back to him. Adam coming over, Adam staying with him… ADAM! Punk sat up quickly looking around, and sulked. Adam was nowhere to be found. 'He probably went back to Vickie sometime early this morning' Punk thought bitterly, resting his arm across his abdominal area as he slid out of bed, limping to the bathroom, stopping long enough to stretch.

Punk disappeared to relieve himself, and didn't hear the door open as Adam stepped in, looking back and forth down the long corridors of the hotel hallways, closing the door behind him. "Oh!" Punk jumped as he walked out of the bathroom finally catching site of Adam. "Hey Punkie... Good Morning?" Adam beamed as Punk blinked "Yeah... I thought you ... went back to Vickie... you startled me... consider yourself lucky because if you'd have been anyone else, I probably would've taken you down..." Punk heaved glaring at Adam who looked sheepishly back.

"Yeaaaahhh of course Punkie... Hmm I brought you something!" Adam exclaimed as Punk glanced at the bottle of Pepsi in Adam's hand. "Ugh... Not this early in the morning..." Punk groaned causing Adam to grin. "Okay well that's for you too... but I figured you wanted coffee first..."

"Coffee would be lovely... thank you" Punk murmured groaning at the dull throbbing of his injuries.

Adam glanced over at Punk in concern as he sat the bottle of Pepsi in the mini fridge, setting the coffee on the table, he quickly moved to Punk's side. Slipping an arm around his waist and using the other to scoop under Punk's thighs, he lifted the Straight Edge superstar carrying him back to the bed and laid him gently in the center.

"There... Don't move" Adam murmured as he fetched Punk's coffee, sitting it on the nightstand, as Punk groaned once more, this time, however, in annoyance. Adam straddled the straight edge superstar, sitting back so that his ass was pressed to Punk's ever stiffing groin. However it became obvious to Punk, after Adam shoved his shirt up to his nipples, to view the bruises La Famila had left, that turning him on was not his intention.

He studied Adam face, watching his expression go from concerned, to horror when saw the damage done, to flat out anger, an anger so fierce, even Punk was taken aback, and even more turned on by the possessiveness, the protectiveness in Adam's voice. "I'm... they're dead" Adam almost growled with a fierce look of pure hatred on his face as he gently stroked his fingers across the bruises.

Punk bit his lip, trying to move Adam's ass away from his stiff cock, pushing against his boxer briefs, but Adam was too heavy for Punk's injured body to move. "Why... I mean... I am going to be the one to take your title. I'm the one threat that threatens you, that has a chance of taking your title. You should be proud of those rat's..." Punk muttered as Adam lost all track of thought.

"Punk... Why do you want my title so bad... why do you want to fight me...?" Adam asked turning to look down at Phil.

"Adam... you should... get back to ... it" Punk muttered looking away as he chewed on his bottom lip. Adam huffed in annoyance as he leaned back on Punk's member by mistake, smiling when he felt it. "Ah... I see."

"Adam... you should go..."

"No I really think I should stay...-"

"Go!"

"No!"

"Adam No!..." Punk's cry was unheard as Adam shoved Punk's briefs down, spitting in hand, he grabbed Punk's member, stroking it fiercely.

"Ah Shit!" Punk cried out biting his bottom lip in attempt to keep it in. Adam had Punk pressed into the mattress, half on top of him, pressing his forehead into Punk's neck as Punk clutched and clung to his shoulders and back. "Let me hear you moan Punkie..."Adam murmured into Punk's neck, beginning to kiss, lick, nip and suck on sensitive parts as Punk cried out helplessly.

"Come on Punkie... moan for me... tell me you want me..." Adam murmured pressing his lips to Punk's ear so that Punk would feel his hot breath, hear him panting, and that his voice seemed ten times huskier. "Tell me you want to fuck me Punkie... even those that are Straight Edge have ... twisted minds... Tell me what you want to do to me Punkie..." Punk licked his lips, beginning to thrust into Adam's hand, moaning as he pushed his face into Adam's shoulder.

"I-I-I ... want to fuck you... I want to be world champion..." Adam bit his lip in frustration but kept his pace with Punk. "After I beat you and ... win the title... I-I-I want to drag you to Vickie's office... bend you over her desk... and fuck you so hard... you bleed... and then make you suck my cock... all in front of Vickie... And when we're done... I want you to tell her... that you... CM Punk's Bitch... That you belong to Phil Brooks" Punk growled thrusting... no bucking almost wildly into Adam's fist, until his body went ridged.

"Oh god" Punk gasped before shooting his load all over himself and Adam. "Shit!" Adam hissed in Punk's ear as Punk felt Adam convulse, then relax. He lazily glanced down to see Adam's other hand stuffed down his jeans and smirked. "Oh you dirty boy" He murmured hoarsely. But Adam didn't reply. Punk realized he'd passed out when he heard gentle snoring, and couldn't help the smile that came to his face, as he gently moved Adam to lie beside him.

End of Chapter 4