They had never made it to the show that night, instead Randy took care of Punk and once he had the man asleep called Paul demanding to know what the hell this was going to accomplish. It seemed to Randy that all the drugs had done was made Punk nauseous and cranky. Paul had reassured him that it was all part of the master plan and to just keep giving him the pills at least twice a day more if he could manage it and if Randy was that concerned to make sure Punk didn't get dehydrated and give him plenty of water. Randy then demanded to know what the master plan was and Paul had just laughed and brushed aside Randy's question. Although Randy was just becoming increasingly suspicious of Paul he found himself enjoying taking care of a weaker Punk. So he continued for the next few days to give Punk the pills and encourage plenty of water but was beginning to notice that the water seemed to be increasing the symptoms. So Randy did a Google search and found that the last thing Punk needed with the pills was water it would strip the sodium out of him system and make him sicker. Randy felt the tug of guilt once again pulling at his heart-strings and the conscience he so rarely listened to screamed in his head.

Randy walked into the bedroom he was currently sharing with Punk the curtains were drawn blocking all light and the view of Chicago from the room. He made his way slowly to the window and pulled on the curtain opening them he heard a moan from the bed and turned and watched as Punk pulled the blanket over his head. "Keep them closed my head is killing me." Randy ignored the request and walked over to the bed sitting down gently beside Punk he pulled the blanket down and watched as the green eyes slammed shut. He gently cupped Punk's cheek running his thumb across the softness of Punks lips. Punk pressed his cheek against Randy's hand and sighed, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Randy.

"Sorry I've been so sick I don't know why I felt fine now I just feel dizzy and unable to get out of my own way and I know you came here to spend time with me and have a vacation so taking care of me was not part of the plan. When do you have to go back to work?" Randy lifted his hand and slid it across Punk's forehead seeing no sign of a fever he just smiled at the older man.

"Phil don't apologize for being sick everyone gets sick and some day you can repay the favor and take care of me. Though I think maybe a trip to your doctor should be considered if you are not feeling better soon." Punk just shook his head no slowly, being stubborn as usual. "I don't go back to work for a while I'm out with an "injury" so I can stay here indefinitely and take care of you. Now we need to get you up get some food into you and a shower you may feel better after a long hot shower."

"No doctors they just like to doll out drugs, not interested in taken anything I'm sure it's the flu and I will be feeling better in no time. Beside why do I need a doctor when I have the best medicine in the world right here. I'm not hungry, but a shower sounds good." Randy smirked and leaned forward kissing Punk passionately, this was one of his biggest issue with how Punk was feeling it was limiting his bedroom play time. Though Punk had given him one incredible blow job yesterday on the couch, he wanted a lot more and to see how submissive his little Punk truly was.

"You need to put something in your stomach Phil, it won't help you feel better if your body is lacking nutrients." he said softly stroking Punks arm gently. Punk wrinkled his nose but nodded.

"Alright but can you just make me one of your health shakes they have all kind of vitamins and nutrients and taste good and I seem to be able to hold down liquids better than solids." Randy wanted to laugh at that statement but instead just pulled the blankets down off of Punk and helped him to his feet. Punk wasn't very steady on his feet but with Randy's assistance made it into the bathroom and instead of a showered Randy elected to put Punk in the large tub so while he ran the water Punk brushed his teeth and shaved. Once Randy was assured that Punk was safe in the tub on his own he headed to the kitchen making Punk his shake he stood there for several long moments the pills in his hand staring into the blender his phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. He saw a text message from Paul and rolled his eyes. He reluctantly opened the message. Randal from our recent conversation I've come to the conclusion that maybe you are getting cold feet so I thought I should give you some inspiration to continue on with the master plan. Its simple if you stop or seem to be hesitating I will tell Punk everything and have no doubt he will believe me. Not only that but I know you once slept with a close friend of mine and lets just say he is willing to tell the world that the great Randy Orton is gay now if I know anything that's the end of your career, Don't play with me Randal you won't like the results. Randy stood there seething he wanted to track down Paul Heyman and kill him the fucking man was blackmailing him now. He thought briefly about ignoring the text and actually working with Punk to take Paul down but if he knew anything about the friend Paul was referring to his world would come crashing down, Randy decided he needed to take care of that little problem and then Paul. He chucked the pills into the blender and make Punk the shake.

When it was finished he headed into the bathroom with the glass. Punk was laying in the tub eyes closed the jets forming sexy bubbles around his naked body. Randy set the glass down on the side of the tub and Punk didn't open his eyes. Randy silently stripped his own close off he then slid himself into the tub beside of Punk and when the green eyes opened he didn't protest as Randy maneuvered him so that he was sitting between his legs his back pressed firmly against Randy's chest. Randy reached for the glass and held it up to Punk's lips. Punk rolled his eyes but opened his mouth drinking down several mouth full of the green liquid. They laid together in the hot water and Randy slowly got Punk to drink the glass of green liquid down. When he had succeeded in getting Punk to drink it all he placed the glass down. Reaching over he grabbed the wash cloth after pouring a generous amount of soap on he began to slowly wash Punk's chest."Are any of your piercings still open?" He inquired as he slowly descend Punk's body.

"Most of them are why?" Randy chuckled as he ran the cloth over Punk's well-defined thigh.

"I happen to think piercings are an incredible turn on I would love to see you with them all in some time." Punk nodded resting his head back onto Randy's shoulder. He gasped as Randy's hand began to stroke his penis not saying a word as he slowly became erect. "Did you ever have this pierced?" Punk whimpered as the wash cloth and any pretense of bathing disappeared and Randy's hand stroked him firmly.

"Yes it was pierced not sure if it is still opened haven't tried it for a long time." He whimpered shifting on Randy's lap he could feel the younger mans erection pressed against his back. Punk reached between their bodies and grabbed Randy's shaft he stroked it a few times before raising himself up and much to Randy's surprised slid down onto his penis, he groaned at the tightness of Punk around him.

"Damn you are tight, and I want you to try to get it in and if you can't we will get it redone along with any other spot that has closed up I want to see you with every piercing in." Punk began to raise himself up and slide back down Randy slowly. Randy's hand stroked him for a few more times before his hand left and gripped Punks hips. He took control of the pace setting it hard and fast. Punk grimaced but didn't say anything he knew the pleasure would come and when Randy found his spot he got what he was waiting for.

"I should be tight Randal you are the only guy who's ever done this you know. I'll try to get them in but I don't know about re-piercing my penis it doesn't feel great you know." Randy just smirked and angled away from Punk's prostrate continuing the brutal pace.

"Phil want it to feel good?" Punk nodded his head yes "Do you want to cum for me?" Once again he nodded. "Then give me your word you will get it re-pierced if you have to." Punk nodded wanting the pleasure back and the pressure in his balls to be relieved. "Nope say it out loud we both know your word is as gold with you."

"Fine yes Randy okay you have my word just please." Randy smirked and stood lifting Punk with him. He grabbed the towel and threw it on the floor pushing Punk down on to his hands and knees he without ever leaving the mans body. He increased his pace aiming directly for Punk's pleasure spot. Punk moved his hand to grab his erection and Randy brought his hand down onto his ass hard.

"No touching yourself, you will cum by being fucked only. When we are together you will never touch yourself without permission Phil, and no more masturbating ever even if we are apart I want to be the only one who causes you to cum. Understand me?" Punks hand hesitated and then he moved it back to the towel gripping the fabric and nodded. "Nope answer me verbally Phil." Punk moaned as Randy increased his pace so close to cumming.

"Yes Randy, I understand." Randy slapped his ass again and leaned forward.

"Call me sir Phil, when we are intimate call me sir." Punk wrinkled his forehead unsure if he felt okay about that. But he was so close and Randy was slowing the longer he waited for an answer.

"Yes sir I understand sir" he cried out. The grin that spread over face was a look of pure triumph. He had Punk where he wanted him, Punk moved back against him trying to get him to increase his speed and Randy allowed this for a moment, before again slapping his ass.

"Stay still I will decided when you cum." Punk froze and just remained still as Randy brought him to the edge over and over again. But would slow or stop completely when Punk got close. He was frustrated and to the point of fighting back tears. "Do you want to cum?" Randy asked and when Punk nodded Randy slapped his ass again. "Always answer me verbally Phil, and beg me if you want to cum." Punk whimpered.

"Yes sir I want to cum please let me cum. I will do anything please sir." Randy could hear the frustration in Punks voice and stopped. Punk cried out in dismay until Randy rolled him over so they were face to face. Randy began slamming against his spot relentlessly. "Please sir, so close sir" Randy moaned at those words so close to losing it himself. He raised his hand to Punks neck wrapping his fingers lightly around the skin and saw Punk's body react with pleasure, he may have a little pain slut on his hand Randy thought. He squeezed Punk's throat slowly adding more pressure increasing his pace at the same time he could feel Punk struggling to breath he wasn't cutting his breath off completely but knew Punk had to be in need of oxygen but he didn't relent. As he drew to his end he looked into the green eyes below him completely clouded with want and need.

"Do you love me" he questioned Punk. The green eyes blinked a few times as he tried to answer. Randy released the pressure on his throat lightly.

"Yes sir, I love you Randy." Those words and knowing how little Punk allowed himself to trust and love sent Randy over the edge and he exploded into Punk's body slamming into Punk's prostrate he felt Punk's body tighten around him and he reestablished the pressure to Punk's throat completely cutting off his oxygen as he came hard. Punk's back arched and his eyes widen as the lack of oxygen seemed to intensify his orgasm and he silently cried Randy's name as he exploded. He felt Randy's hand squeeze his throat one last time before he removed it and they laid in-twined on his bathroom floor breathing returning to normally and heart rates slowing. Randy scooped him up and Punk whimpered as Randy's softened member slid out of him. Randy carried him to his bed and they laid together, Punk's mind was going a mile a minute but his body's exhaustion took over and as he fell asleep he thought he faint;y heard Randy whisper.

"I love you too Phillip."

Thank you so much for reading I love your reviews and look forward to hearing everyone's opinion. My friend and I were talking out this story and there are two ways we see this turning out, one involves mpreg and one involves Randy saving Punk's life. Tell me which one you would rather see happen here. Again thanks guys and please review