Chapter 2
Punk couldn't really remember what happened, he'd been heading for the garage when two large arms had surrounded him from behind. A hand clamped over his mouth and he began to be dragged down a hallway. He had immediately went on the defensive trying to fight back. However the man had just laughed lowly in his ear, whispering "That's right bitch fight me this will be more fun that way." He couldn't to try to escape the iron grip trying to place the voice he knew he had heard the laugh before but was unsure who it was. A hand suddenly slid from his mouth down to his throat and began to tighten. Punk's eyes widened as his air supply was slowly cut off, he tried to head butt the man behind him as he scratched at the hand on his throat panic beginning to set in. He was on the verge of blacking out little spots forming in his vision when he was abruptly let go. He dropped to the floor on his knees bringing his hands to his abused throat. Hoping like hell his attacked had left, instead he was pushed roughly forward and hard kicks began to fall on him he tried to get to his feet, attempted to yell for help but the blows were aimed directly at his ribs and kidneys and his breath was being forced from his body.
He felt like he laid on that cold floor being assaulted for hours. Eventually the kicks ended and his head was slammed repeatedly into the cold concrete as he was just about to lose consciousness from the viscous beating he was rolled over and several powerful fists connected with his face. He laid there unable to defend himself and felt hot breath on his ear. "You wanted respect instead you got my attention you little bitch. Know that I am watching you, always watching and if I feel like doing this again you can't stop me. In fact maybe next time I will have some more fun." Punk felt a hand slide along his stomach and his pants suddenly jerked opens the powerful man roughly squeezed his penis Punk found energy he didn't know he had. Beginning to struggle and fight against the man landing a few blows. There was no way in hell he was going to lay here and be groped. The man laugh savagely and backed away. "Until next time punk, remember I will be watching" and with that the man walked casually down the hallway leaving a battered and pissed off Punk behind.
Punk had tried several times to stand, his adrenalin rush from the uninvited touching wearing off quickly. Replaced by dizziness and pain. So much pain, Punk could taste blood and with gentle exploration realized his lip was split wide open. He didn't explore much further as it was taking all his will to breath through the pain in his ribs. Punk was sure a few of them were broken and he also had a concussion. He tried to find his cell phone positive it had been in his jeans pocket but could not locate the item. He cursed softly and then froze as foot steps headed down the hallway. His first thought was the bastard was coming back to finish what he started, but then a gentle touch to his shoulder and Randy Orton's voice calling his name calmed his down. He would have known if Randy had been the attacker Randy had a distinct smell why he recognized that worried Punk a little but he'd over analyze that later right now he was trying to gather the energy to respond to Randy. "Do I fucking look okay Randal?" he hissed at the younger man.
He pried his eyes open slowly peering up at Randy. The viper raised an eyebrow but then reached down Punk tensed when Randy's hand came into contact with a very personal area but he relaxed when he realized he was just fastening his pants back up. An arm wrapped around his waist a few minutes later and he was pulled to his feet. Pain flooded Punks body once again and he groaned leaning heavily onto the younger man the unique smell of Randy overwhelming his sense, he decided then it was combination of baby oil and leather the smell and heat of Randy's body helped him relax a little more.
"Lets get you out of here, do you want to go to the hospital?" Punk quickly shock his head no the hallway spinning at that he moaned.
"No the hotel just get me back to the hotel I just need some rest, and I will be fine." Randy walked Punk a few feet down the hallway stopping to pick up his bag shoving several items back into Punks duffel bag before leading him to his rental car.
By the time they reached the hotel Punk was passed out cold in the passenger seat and Randy briefly though about taking him to the hospital. He quickly nixed the idea instead scooping up the sleeping or unconscious man and heading inside. He took the side door so not to have prying eyes on them. Unsure of where Punk's room was Randy just brought him to his own. He lowered Punk onto the king size bed tossing both of there bags into the corner. He glanced over at Punk before heading down the hallway and retrieving ice for the older man. Punk was still out of it when Randy returned so he headed into the bathroom and began the tub checking the water several times before exiting the bathroom. He walked back over to Punk tapping his non swollen cheek a few times. Punk moaned slightly but did not respond anymore than that. Randy sighed pulling Punk into a sitting position he pulled the best in the world t-short from Punks body. He checked Punk's bruises and ribs determining that they were severely bruised but unlikely to be broken. He let his hands trail all over Punks sides and stomach checking for swelling he rationalized though enjoying the feel of the straight edge man skin beneath his hands. He finally tried again to wake the young man to very little success. Randy sighed and stood going back into the bathroom he stopped the now full tub and returned to Punk.
He quickly removed the rest of Punk's clothing admiring the man's body. "He has nothing to be ashamed of" he thought to himself rolling Punk gently onto his stomach he allowed his hands to squeeze the gorgeous buns in front of him. Randy would never have sex with an unconscious man but as he spread those cheeks gently to look at the prize he would claim soon he had the urge to forgo that rule. Instead he stood and scooped Punk up carrying him into the bathroom and lowering him into the tub.
At the feel of the water surrounding his body Punk's eyes finally opened and after a moment of orienting himself to his situation he looked to Randy. "thanks for taking care of me" he murmured lightly unaware how close randy was to pulling him out of the tub and ravaging him willingly or not. Randy instead just nodded and pressed an ice pack to Punks eye making him wince. He then used a cold cloth to clean Punks lip. Randy felt his pocket buzz and sighed "I need to get this stay awake okay?" Punk nodded and Randy stepped into the main room. He looked at the text message and then went to open the door. Outside stood his accomplice Punk's cell phone in his hand. He reached out and took the phone from the man.
"I placed the virus, where ever he goes we will know. Anything he does on that phone we will be able to read or hear. He won't be able to keep anything from us now." Randy nodded taking a step back into the room he glanced at the man making sure Punk was still in the bathroom.
"You didn't have to beat him up this badly. I almost had to take him to the hospital instead of here where I could take care of him" he snapped softly.
"Don't go getting soft on me Orton we both know I went easy on him I could have easily snapped the punk into. Just keep up your end of the deal and don't worry about mine." With that being said the man left the hallway and after randy deposited Punk's phone in his duffel bag he returned to see Punk barely awake relaxing in the tub. Randy helped him out drying the awake Punk quickly smiling at the blush he saw spread across Punks face. He helped Punk back to the bed noticing that the usually talkative man was very quiet. He helped him sit down and went to retrieve clothing for him. By the time he returned Punk was out again laying back on the bed Randy just shook his head thinking briefly how cute Punk looked when he was asleep. He threw the blanket over Punk's naked body and stripped out of his own clothes sliding into bed beside Punk. He smirked as Punk rolled over and snuggled against his side. He wrapped an arm around punk's waist pulling him closer, until Punk was practically laying on top of Randy the older man just snuggling his head into Randy's chest. Unaware that he was sleeping naked with the viper and that Randy's hand was rubbing his ass as he slept.
Thank you for reading please review and let me know if you want more this is my first venture into CM Punk slash hope I did okay.