AN: Next week will be Tales one year anniversary! Craziness!

It started with a text.

Randy read over it again as he walked the halls of the hotel. After the day he had this was the last way he thought it would end. After the months of waiting this was the last day he thought it would end. He had to stop himself from running to the room. All the anticipation, all the build up, all the harbored lust was finally coming to a climax.

"From Phil:

I'm Ready"

…

The WWE was in Memphis, Tennessee tonight for the first show of the New Year. The Royal Rumble was in a number of weeks now, and the company was on the Road to Wrestlemania. CM Punk was excited and proud to be carrying the WWE Championship at this time of the year. Randy Orton was currently out of competition due to a minor injury. He was still attending all the TV tapings though so he was up to speed on creative decisions going in to Wrestlemania. Punk hadn't seen him there yet tonight and he had a match coming up soon. He was currently in gorilla warming up by himself, and then Kofi ran up to him.

"Hey Kofi," Punk said, continuing his stretching.

"Punk, I need to tell you something."

Punk and Kofi had been friends for years now and Punk knew him to rarely be that serious. "What is it?"

"Look, you can't say anything to the higher ups or anything but I just heard—" he paused to look around and ensure no one else was listening, "that they're going to take the title off of you. They probably going to try and blindside you with it."

Punk froze. "What? Where'd you hear that? Is it reliable?"

"You know I wouldn't even say anything to you if it wasn't."

"I've only had it for forty three days! I haven't even had time to prove myself with it yet!"

"Well the time is now… And I did not mean to just quote a John Cena lyric to you. The TLC buys were down from last year so word is they want to get the strap on one of 'their' guys before Mania."

One of their guys? "So they want to give it to John?"

"No, he's all set to go against Rock already."

One of their guys? "Randy," he said, his eyes turning livid.

…

Randy stood in front of the elevator door as he waited for it to open. I swear this is the longest I've ever waited on an elevator. He began to think about all the touches he and Punk shared. Their first encounter all those months ago in a random locker room was a hazy memory. It didn't even seem like that was the same Punk he was with now. That was the Punk he didn't know, the Punk he hated, the Punk he used in a moment of reprieve. Now the Punk he had he cared and longed for, he adored. This won't be the first time we have sex but it will be the first time we make—the elevator door finally opened.

…

Punk held his anger at bay throughout his match. He knew as soon as it was over he was heading right towards Randy. And that's what happened. As soon he walked through the curtain he hastily scoured the backstage area for Randy. When he found him he was with John and Ted laughing.

"Can I talk to you Randal?" Punk said in a cold voice that ended the other men's snickering nearly at once.

"Yeah, sure," Randy said. Punk led him away from all of their coworkers and into an empty hall. When he turned to face Randy the younger immediately put his hands on his waist, stepped in closer to him and lowered his head for a kiss. "I loved the fake mad voice you used in front of the others," he said while advancing. Punk took one large step back, Randy's hands falling from him at once, and he looked up at him with an anger in his eyes that Randy hadn't seen in a long time. "What's wrong?"

"You tell me. Don't try to tell me they haven't already brought you in on this."

"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, taking a step towards Punk.

He again stepped back away. "Why am I even surprised? You're Randy Orton. You've always been about yourself; whatever's best for you, and anyone else be damned. I was stupid enough to think I'd be above that rule for you, that maybe you'd care for me enough to not be the selfish ass you are but apparently I was wrong."

"What the fuck Punk? Is that what you think of me?"

"That's what I know. A part of me knew you'd screw me over eventually but I thought it'd be out there, not in here. Not at work. This is my life. This," he said, raising the title that was on his shoulder, "is my life!"

"That's what this is about? Your title?"

"What else would it be about Randal?"

"You've got it all wrong!"

"No, I think I've finally got it all right!"

"Shut up for once and listen! They—"

"Randy!" Another voice came from behind.

"What?!" Randy yelled, turning to see a crew guy peaking around the hall corner.

"I'm sorry but Vince wants to see you. He said right now."

Randy's head snapped back to Punk. "You calm the fuck down and wait till I'm done! I'll explain." He turned and walked away before Punk could say anything.

...

As Randy now stood in the elevator his memories were running rampant through his mind. Every touch, every kiss he had ever shared with Punk. The warm, soft feeling of his lips on his and the cooling contrast of his lip ring. The taste that was all Punk, the clean and pure essence that was a product of his straight edge lifestyle that had now ironically became addicting to him. His lithe body pressed against his own with his form that was small enough to let Randy cocoon him but firm enough to show his strength. All of those feelings that he knew were going to be surpassed tonight. He stepped out of the elevator and towards the eclipse.

…

Punk had spent the last thirty minutes since Randy had left him still steaming in the locker room. Randy had told him to calm down but he couldn't bring himself to, especially since it was Vince who called him away. He felt betrayed and lied to and that wasn't going to go away until Randy explained himself—if he even could. When Randy walked into the locker room, the sight of him further angered Punk. Randy took a look away from his fierce gaze to look around the locker room. Cena was the only other person in there.

"Hey John, would you mind giving us a minute?" Randy asked.

John looked back and forth between the two. "I would make a joke involving a knife and the tension in here but I feel like it wouldn't land. Sure thing," he said. Punk stared a hole through him at his words. John briskly headed for the door.

The two waited until they were alone. "So what did you hear?" Randy asked him.

"I'm not the one explaining myself right now."

Randy stretched his eyes at his words. "Okay." He took a seat on the same bench Punk was seated on, but kept his distance. "Vince came to me and said they weren't happy with you as the champion and they wanted me to win it off you in a surprise match made last minute by Lauranitis at the Rumble the same night I return. I—"

"Are you kidding me?! I—"

"You told me to explain so are you going to let me?!" Punk didn't say anything. Randy took a moment to regain his composure. "I told them I didn't want to."

Punk turned to face Randy. He couldn't find words. He searched the younger's face to try and read him as he couldn't produce any questions to ask him. He would do that? Randy felt his eyes on him but didn't turn to meet his gaze. They sat in silence for minutes. "Randy… Why would you do that?"

He shook his head and looked down at the floor. "I told them that I wasn't in the right mindset to be their champion right now and that my performance would be lackluster and distracted. Which was the truth. Because if I did that to you… If I hurt you like that… I don't know what you would do. And I don't know if I could've lived with myself."

"Randy, I can't believe you did that for me."

"Besides, they would have been stupid to take it off of you. You're doing great and just getting your momentum. Who gives a fuck if the TLC buys were down? They pay-per-view buys are down every month."

"Randy," Punk attempted to stop his rambling.

"And I'm supposed to be a face right now. They're gonna change my entire character because they're getting shifty about you? That's stupid. And the Rumble is in St. Louis. They wouldn't get as many boos out of my hometown crowd… And then they have to stuff in a rematch and a mini program between us right before Wrestlemania? That wouldn't make sense."

As Randy talked Punk moved. He straddled the younger where he sat on the bench and grabbed his face in both hands. Randy stopped talking. "Stop trying to downplay what you did for me," Punk said. "It was amazing. Thank you."

"I told them all of that too and I think they agreed. I don't think they'll try to take it from you," Randy said.

"Thank you," Punk repeated. Randy didn't respond. He just smiled meekly and grabbed Punk's bare back. Punk leaned in to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'm really sorry for all of those things I said to you now."

Randy shook his head. "You were just mad and saying shit."

"I don't what you to think that's what I think of you. Not anymore at least. I know that's not who you are." Randy nodded at his words.

They sat in silence again for sometime, wrapped up and close to each other. They had nothing to say at the moment. They were lost in thought at every thing that had transpired that night. Punk was left with an extreme feeling of trust, closeness and adoration for Randy. More than he had felt for him the whole time they had been together; more than he had felt for anyone in a very long time. This night had changed a lot of things between them.

"Hey Randy," he said.

"Yeah?"

"I think… No, I know—I want to—"

The door burst open in that moment and the two jumped away from each other as fast as they could. John was standing in front of the door. "Sorry to break up whatever I'm breaking up right now but a lot of the guys are gonna be walking in here in a couple of seconds."

He was right. Two seconds later the better half of the roster flooded into the locker room. Punk and Randy slipped into their public façade and avoided each other. Punk got a little uneasy when Triple H entered the room and left with Randy. He now knew he could and should trust Randy however. That's what he continued to tell himself as he waited and waited on Randy at the arena. He decided to go to the hotel and wait for him there instead out of his impatience. He couldn't tell if a lot time was actually passing or if his revelation he needed to share with Randy was just making it seem that way. After minutes of sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling he had had enough waiting. He grabbed his phone and unveiled his epiphany in a text to Randy.

…

Now Randy walked down the hall to Punk's room. Everything's going to be different. As close as the two had become this would take them to a whole other level. They were traveling in to an intensely intimate territory. Randy remembered when he and Cody were at this stage. They had dated for months and Cody was a virgin. The first night they slept together Randy knew they had something that would last; that they had something special. What he felt now was near identical and he knew after tonight he would know he and Punk had something special too. He was ready to embrace it. So he knocked on Punk's door.

…

"Yes, I'm sure," Randy repeated to Hunter.

"Randy, it's the WWE Championship. And it would be your seventh reign. I didn't think I still had to teach you these things."

"This is me being smart. That's all you ever told me to do."

"Refusing a championship? That's stupidity."

"It's for the best. Trust me."

Hunter stared at him pointedly. "I'm having a hard time believing that…"

He continued talking as Randy's mind went else where due to his phone vibrating. He pulled it out and saw he had a text from Punk. "I mean, what else could be more important than the title?"

Randy smiled down at his phone. "I've gotta go."

...

When Punk opened the door Randy's mouth was on his immediately. Punk walked them into the room backwards and closed the door by pushing Randy up against it. Their kiss wasn't rushed. It was intimate. Randy's hands were on Punk's face while Punk's were pulling at his waist. Their lips moved against each other familiarly. Randy reveled in the taste of Punk and sucked hard on his tongue. Punk gratified him by tonguing all over the inside of Randy's hot mouth. Randy happily let him. When breathing became an issue Randy pulled Punk away. They looked at each other through dazed eyes and breathed heavily.

Randy made the next move. He grabbed the bottom of Punk's shirt and the elder lifted his arms up in response. Randy freed Punk's beautiful chest and then had Punk's hands on his own shirt. The process was repeated and then Punk was worshipping Randy's broad chest. His lips gently kissed along Randy's collarbone, across his strong pectorals, on each nipple. Randy encouragingly grabbed the back of his head and rustled the short hair there. The soft lips he loved mixed with the rough rubbing of Punk's facial hair on his bare skin was sensational. Punk worked further down, kissing every line and crevice of Randy's abdomen while gripping Randy's back. As he kissed further down he grabbed the button of Randy's jeans and undid them and then the zipper. He let them fall around the younger's ankles as he stared at Randy's erect cock stored underneath his tight black briefs. He kissed the fabric above it, licked the length, drew hot breaths on to it. Randy moaned deeply at the acts, deeply needing more. Punk read his mind and pulled the briefs down. He grabbed the base of Randy's manhood and kissed up and down it.

Randy needed to move things along before he got lost in Punk's mouth. He pulled the smaller man back up to his feet while simultaneously kicking off his shoes, socks and discarded bottoms. Punk smiled at him.

"You're so smooth Viper," Punk said with that grin that Randy could only classify as adorable. Then it was Randy who was on his knees. He needed Punk naked now. He pulled his shorts and boxers down at once and lavished at the hard cock awaiting him there. He grabbed it tight with one hand and began stroking it. His other hand grabbed Punk's exposed ass and lightly squeezed a cheek. His strokes on Punk were slow and drawn out. Punk's mind raced again in wonder at how even his hand could be so warm. His hands sprawled across his shaved head and pulled him back up to him.

Punk launched them both on to the bed. While falling through mid air Randy grabbed him and spun them around, landing on top of the smaller gracefully.

"How do you do that shit?" Punk asked with a laugh.

"I'm a viper, remember?" Randy said.

The intensity ten folded with their naked flesh now flush against each other. Their hard cocks pressed together as both men grinded against the other. Randy's mouth molded on to Punk where his neck met his shoulder. He sucked and nibbled. Punk replied by doing the same to him. Their hands were all over each other. They frantically touched every piece of exposed skin and muscle. They squeezed, massaged, pulled and kneaded all over as if their life depended on it. The constant contact and friction had the lovers hot and they began to shine with sweat. Their bodies glistened under the light as they moved nonstop together. They were so familiar with all of the skin they explored. They knew each other's bodies. Randy's expert mouth was causing sensory overload on Punk who had to remove his mouth from Randy to groan. Randy backed up and looked down at the hot body beneath him.

"You're gorgeous."

Punk grabbed the back of the larger man's neck and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. Their tongues dueled and danced. Both men moaned into the kiss. They got lost in each other yet again. Nothing else mattered. They just felt each other. They felt each other's body, skin, lips and tongues. They felt each other's need, want, lust and adoration. They felt closeness in both ways. Randy pulled back again and stilled all of his motions. He looked down at the other man again. He peered at him with an air of questioning. Punk's brow burrowed in response.

"Are you mine?" Randy whispered.

"What?" Phil asked.

Randy lowered his head next to his. He licked the skin above his ear. "Are you mine?" He sucked on the earlobe. "Tell me you're mine." He sucked at his jawline. He sucked at his throat. He sucked it as his Adam's apple.

Punk writhed beneath him. "Yes."

"Say it." Randy continued driving him wild.

"I'm yours!" He yelled. Randy's actions still continued. "All yours! All…" He pulled Randy's mouth to his own and they kissed with unbridled passion. Their grinding continued with a new needy vigor. Punk locked his legs around Randy's and flipped the two of them. "Show me," Punk said.

"Anything. What do you want?"

"Show me you're mine," Punk said and accented with a suggestive thrust of his crotch against Randy.

"You want to…"

"Yes."

Randy slowly nodded.

Punk lowered himself on top of him for one quick kiss. "I never thought I would ever say this to you Randy…"

"You can say anything to me."

"I need your baby oil."

Both men laughed. "In my bag. The small pocket," Randy said.

Punk was gone and back in a second. He settled himself in between Randy's leg, which opened wide and willingly for him. He poured the oil on to his fingers and began massaging Randy's hole in circles, just barely pressing inside. His other hand landed flat against Randy's torso massaging and relaxing him. When he saw Randy's eyes roll back in his head he pressed his index finger inside the velvet heat. The oil made it smooth right in. Randy moaned at the intrusion. Punk took it as motivation. He didn't waste time pressing the finger in to the knuckle and working it all around inside of Randy. He felt all of Randy's walls give way for him. He pressed in a second finger. Randy's walls again stretched around him. Punk continued massaging his taut torso as he scissored the two fingers inside of him. Randy arched his back at the action causing Punk's fingers to go deeper. Punk craned his neck so he was now eye level with Randy's ass. He removed his fingers with a whine from Randy but then placed his lips to the channel with a kiss. He began to lavish Randy's entrance with licks and kisses. Punk's rough hairy cheeks against Randy's smooth waxed cheeks again caused a great friction against Randy. It nearly tickled.

"God Punk!" Randy gasped.

Punk took that as inclination to continue. He got back to his knees and rubbed the baby oil all over his aching erection. The oil and his precome made him slick enough. He took a deep breath as he pressed his erection against Randy and looked down at his hot, shiny, tight body all open and welcoming to him.

"Mine," Punk murmured as he pressed his cock inside of Randy. Both men moaned as Punk slowly slid all the way in. They made an eye contact unlike any they had shared before. Randy's head flew back once Phil was all the way inside. He stilled his hips while they were flat against Randy's ass. The tight heat inside of Randy was hotter than he could ever imagine. And he had imagined. Randy panted as he grew comfortable around Punk's cock. He looked up at Punk. His face was racked with pleasure. His hair was a sweaty mess. Gorgeous. Randy nodded at the elder.

Punk grabbed Randy's strong legs and placed them over his shoulders. He held on to him by his calves as he slowly began to pull out of Randy's welcoming channel. He pushed back in faster than before. He grunted at the feeling of reentry. He set a fast rhythm then grunting as he pushed in with more force than before each time. The friction inside of Randy was a constant stimulus. His deep voice moaned repeatedly. Punk watched him beneath him and it urged him. He began to angle his hips differently at every thrust searching for Randy's spot. He needed to please Randy. That was most important to him.

"Fuck! Phill!" Randy yelled after one thrust. Punk smirked. Found it. He continued that angle over and over. His hips found new life at Randy's constant moans and curses. He jolted into Randy again and again, never faltering or giving reprieve to his prostate. His hand moved for Randy's cock then. Randy's own hand grabbed it and stopped him.

"No! If you touch me now I'll come," Randy said in a rushed tone. Punk looked down at him with a questioning face. "I don't want to do that until I'm inside of you."

Punk's mind raced with amazement as he learned Randy's plans. It urged him. He began grunting of exertion with every thrust. Sweat dripped off his head and onto Randy. His pace sped up and sped up until his movements became erratic. He felt the tingling sensation in his gut.

"Don't come yet," Randy said. Again Punk looked at him questioningly. Randy grabbed one of Punk's hands and intertwined them. "Together."

Punk nodded. He pulled out of Randy and no sooner then he did the younger's hands were on his back. He pulled Punk down while spinning them and getting up on to his own knees. Now Punk was on his back with Randy between his legs. Seriously, how does he do that shit? Punk's face must have been asking the question because Randy looked down at him and smirked. He reached for the baby oil and poured some on to his fingers.

"Don't," Punk breathed. "Just do it."

Randy paused. "It'll hurt."

"I need you now. I can take it."

Randy did as he was told. He oiled up his aching cock and pressed it to Punk's tight entrance. He leaned down over Punk's body and kissed up his neck while slowly breaching him.

"I'm going to make you feel so good baby," Randy whispered into his ear then licked along the edge of it.

"Fuck!" Punk yelled as Randy's cock pushed further in. He was overwhelmed with both the pain and Randy's hot mouth on him. Fuck that hot tongue. Fuck those hot lips. Fuck that hot cock. Fuck! When he began to sigh in pain Randy was there, at eye level.

"Shh," Randy cooed.

He pressed kisses all over Punk's face before taking his mouth. His tongue probed his opening as his cock pushed further in his other opening. Punk let him inside. He savored, sucked and danced with the hot tongue. Before he knew it Randy's hips were laying flat against his bottom. Randy ended the kiss and looked down at Punk. There was still pain etched on his features. Their eyes met, as Randy was completely still inside of him. As he stared in to Randy's eyes the pain began to subside. Those steely blues comforted him in a way he couldn't begin to understand. Now all he felt was Randy's warmth, not pain.

"I'm fine," Punk told him.

Randy slowly began to pull out of him. Very slowly. Then very slowly pushed back in with a moan. He repeated these slow thrusts for minutes.

"Fuck Randy, don't tease."

Randy's only response was another smirk and he continued torturing the small man beneath him. Punk began to rock himself against Randy to get more friction. At his own movements Randy's cock his sweet spot and he lost in a loud moan. Randy caught on and began to push in faster hitting that spot every time. Punk saw stars. He locked his legs around Randy's back and his arms around Randy's shoulder, clinging and pulling at the body above him like his life depended on it. Randy felt his need and began to thrust in with a new drive. Punk arched in to the body he clung to with every hit of his prostate, trapping his cock against Randy's abs.

Randy felt the aching cock and reached for it, keeping his other hand on Punk's waist. He began to jerk Punk with rough speed. The pleasure over took Punk.

"Randy… Randy… God…" he breathed between moans.

He leaned up and began kissing Randy's neck and jaw, tasting the sweat there. Randy turned to him and they kissed with desperation now, both needing to get off. Randy continued his actions inside Punk and around Punk's cock as they kissed with perfect synchronization. They both moaned into each other's mouths as they felt their orgasms approaching. They mumbled each other's names into their mouths welcoming their climaxes. Punk fell first, Randy's tight hot hand tearing his peak from him and causing him to explode all over their abdomens. He turned from the kiss to gasp and Randy watched as his orgasm tore through his body. He lost control of his thrusts. All of Punk's body tightened around. Punk's walls squeezed his cock and he came inside of him. Punk felt his come shoot up into his body and was again wracked with closeness to the man above him. He pampered Randy's face with kisses as the younger rode out his orgasm. His cock grew soft and he stilled inside of Punk. He looked down at him and both men panted. Just stared at each other and panted.

Randy's exhaustion over took him and he regretfully pulled out of Phil and collapsed on the bed next to him. Still needing contact, he pulled Punk on top of him. The smaller man rolled on to his stomach resting his head on Randy's chest and his hand on his stomach. They continued to stare into each other, ruminating on what had just transpired.

"You are amazing," Punk said, his breath still shaky.

"You are amazing," Randy repeated.

"And now you are my amazing boyfriend?"

"And now you are my amazing boyfriend."

Punk chuckled. "Stop that."

Randy grinned. "Sorry. My brain is still trying to catch up."

"I know the feeling."

"Do you feel different?"

"How do you mean?"

"I feel different," Randy said and pulled Punk closer in to him. "This feels different."

Punk closed his eyes and completely relaxed into Randy's body. "Everything feels different."

As sleep took them their bodies stayed molded to each other and for the first time they never separated as the night passed.

AN2: BOOM! I tried really hard to make this chapter a good story so although I hate asking for reviews, please review and tell me what you thought! I think I'm proud of how it turned out! I've got a couple of weeks until semester starts back up so I should get to keep posting regularly for now. Byeeeeee