TITLE: My Sweet Punk

CHARACTERS: CM Punk (Phil Brooks), Kevin Thorn (Kevin Fertig)

PAIRING: Kevin/Phil

DISCLAIMER: I do not, and I repeat, DO NOT, own these men. They are used for mine and other's reading pleasure.

Phil Brooks limped down the hallway to his hotel room. He was tired and battered from his match earlier that night, not to mention the time spent down at the bar with his fellow Superstars. He shook his head, clearing it of the thoughts. He hadn't been drinking, but most of his friends had. And most of them became either violent or flirty when drunk. Unfortunately, Jeff Hardy was both. Combined with his overly-jealous boyfriend, Adam Copeland, Phil was now in more pain than the ring usually caused.

With a sigh, Phil reached into his blue jeans to grab his key card. He slipped it into the slot, making a mental note to change out of his wrestling gear, still underneath his jeans. Phil could feel his kneepads rubbing against the denim with every movement.

He shoved the door in with his shoulder, tossing his nearly-empty gym bag into the dark. Phil groaned as he sat on the bed, rolling onto his stomach to flick on the lamp. He sat back on the edge of the bed, gently trying to pry his boots off. It took a moment, but finally, both boots were lying on the soft plush carpet. He tugged off his sweaty tube socks, flinging them into the same vicinity as the bag he had to contain his other clothes.

Phil ran a hand through his sweaty hair, groaning. "I need a shower." He said aloud to no one in particular. He limped his way over to his bag, extracting his shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a pair of black silken boxers. He hurried into the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way. His trunks found their way to the counter by the sink, and he made another mental note to get those washed.

Phil twisted the knob in the tile-plated hotel shower, sticking his hand under the stream of water that shot out. He hissed quietly at the sudden cold. The dark-haired man took a quick glance at himself in the mirror as he waited for the shower to heat up. His hair was hanging, stringy, in his face, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more pronounced with each hour he lost of sleep.

Phil tested the water again, deeming it warm enough to step into. At first, the temperature of the water shocked him, but he relaxed into the steam and pressure of the shower. When he had finally finished all his showering, Phil left the shower, towel drying his body first, and then rubbed the cloth on his head, but only once he was back in the bedroom. He had his boxers clutched in his hand, about to put them on when he felt breath on his neck.

"Drop them." A deep, masculine voice whispered, the air warm and moist on Phil's throat.

He didn't know what possessed him to obey that voice, but there was something there, some kind of element that demanded his total submission. The boxers swished from his fingers and straight to the floor.

"Good boy." Phil was rewarded with a kiss to the side of his neck. He shivered at the touch, so light and smooth…but cold.

"Punk, do you know who I am?" The other person asked, flicking his tongue out to give his still-wet neck a lick.

Phil stiffened, trying to recognize the voice. He knew it; he remembered hearing it many times before tonight. He just couldn't place it. "N-no."

When he felt the other nuzzle his neck, he knew it was a man. Phil could feel the facial hair grate into his sensitive throat.

"Turn around, Punky." The man commanded, giving Phil's neck an open-mouthed kiss. The dark-haired man felt a prick of sharp teeth at his throat as the other man began to suckle lightly.

Phil sighed with pleasure and leaned into his captor, mind still trying to work and figure out who it was that was holding him.

The other man wrapped his arms around Phil's torso. He carefully pulled back from his pinkish-red love bite to turn Phil around.

Phil gasped when he saw who it was. "Kevin? Kevin Thorn?"

Kevin smiled, exposing his sharp fangs. "Kevin Fertig is my name. Thorn is just what I use in the ring." He shrugged off his black leather trench coat, chucking it across the room. The older man held his arms out to Phil. "Come here, love."

Again, there was that brainwashing element in his voice. Phil, completely nude, stepped straight into Kevin's arms, lowering his head to nestle it under Kevin's chin.

"Good boy, Punk. Very good boy." Kevin praised him, stroking the damp locks of Phil's hair. His other hand traveled lightly down the smaller man's back.

Phil shivered when he felt the cold metal of a spike ring. Now he felt like this was straight out of an Anne Rice Vampire Chronicle.

"Punk?" Kevin asked, pulling away slightly.

Again, Phil shivered, but this time from chill and a strange feeling of loss. He glanced into Kevin's icy blue eyes, confused as to why he was still being called Punk when Kevin didn't want to be called by his wrestling name. "Call me Phil?"

"Ahh, so that's your real name? I hadn't a clue." Kevin replied, pulling Phil back to him. "So it shall be, Phil."

Phil smiled, leaning his forehead against Kevin's shoulder. "I like the way you say my name."

Kevin smirked, the light from the small lamp glinting off of his teeth. His fangs. Phil lightly bit his own lip at the sight. He tasted the cold metal of his lip piercing.

"Love, is something the matter?" Kevin asked, visibly worried.

Phil shook his head. Just ten minutes ago, he was perfectly straight. Why did his heart rush at every glance in those blue eyes? Why did standing naked in another man's arms feel so right? Why was he so excited more than scared at the power this man held over him?

"Phil?"

Phil, in a moment of raw courage, leaned up to claim Kevin's lips none-too-gently. He pressed his mouth against Kevin's so hard it almost hurt, his piercing flattening to his lip. When Kevin didn't respond, Phil opened his mouth, sucking and licking at Kevin's thin lips.

Phil pulled back slowly, licking his own lips. Kevin stared down at him questioningly.

"Oh God. Kevin, man, I'm so sorry. You just-I thought- Damn it, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just…" Phil began to sputter, backing away slowly.

That's when he heard it. He couldn't believe it. Kevin was chuckling, the chuckling turned to laughing, and the laughing turned to guffawing.

"Phil, love, come back here. You surprised me. That's why I chose you. Come here."

Phil's eyes widened, but he obeyed. He had no choice; it was that voice, so cool and smooth. It controlled him. Once again, he stepped into the taller man's arms, leaning his head against the muscle-firmed chest. Phil sighed quietly, reaching up to wrap both arms around Kevin's neck. Kevin, again, began to rub Phil's back, sweeping his hand gently up and down the bumps of his spine.

Phil felt Kevin's other hand curve under his chin, and his green eyes were raised to meet Kevin's icy blue ones. The taller man slowly lowered his face to lean his forehead against Phil's. The gap between them slowly closed, their lips melding perfectly together. Kevin slowly opened his mouth, letting his tongue flick out to lick Phil's lips lightly. He pulled back slowly, smiling.

"You're beautiful, Phil."

Phil blushed at the comment, allowing Kevin to pull him closer. "Thanks..." He whispered into Kevin's shoulder. He let out a surprised squeak when he was lifted off his feet. "Kevin!"

Kevin laughed quietly, carrying a now clinging Phil to the bed. He nestled the smaller man into the middle of the mattress, tucking a loose strand of dark, damp hair behind one pierced ear. Gently, the clothed man kissed the other, unbuttoning his vest as he did. Kevin pulled back for a moment to let his vest fall to the floor. He loosened his tie and tossed it away.

Phil leaned forward to unbuckle Kevin's leather pants. He gently pulled them down to expose dark red boxers. With a smile, Kevin kicked off his boots and pants, getting on the bed in between Phil's slender legs. He placed one pale, manicured hand on the smooth skin of the younger man's thigh, eliciting a quiet moan.

The vampire smiled, ghosting his fingers up and down the tan skin. "I love your legs." He said, leaning down to lightly brush his lips over Phil's thigh. He received another gasping moan in response. "They're so perfect. Just like the rest of you. But your legs are my favorite." Kevin set his other hand on the opposite thigh, before he picked it up. He brought Phil's leg to his mouth, gently kissing it. He moved his mouth up Phil's inner thigh, kissing and licking it lightly.

Phil moaned, slowly leaning back against the rough hotel comforter. "God, Kev, feels so good."

Kevin chuckled before sinking his fangs into the sensitive flesh on Phil's leg.

The younger man cried out, moaning as his lover gently began to suckle at the bite mark. He gasped at the sudden cold when Kevin pulled away. "I have a leg fetish." He shrugged. "You don't mind, do you, Phil?"

Phil, unable to find his voice, shook his head. Kevin smirked, returning to the delight that was Phil's tanned, muscular leg.

Phil writhed on the mattress in utter ecstasy. Kevin continued his ministrations on both legs before arching up to gently kiss Phil's sweet lips. The older man pulled down his boxers, depositing them on the floor next to the bed. With a quiet moan, Phil wrapped both legs around Kevin's waist. "I want you, Kev. I really, really want you."

"Patience, sweet. Patience." Kevin replied, pulling a small bottle from his discarded pants. "I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary."

Phil nodded, gasping when a lubricated finger probed lightly at his tight hole. Kevin smothered the moan that threatened to escape with his lips. He felt the younger man relax and gently began to move the digit in and out. He added a second, pulling back for air before plunging back into another soft kiss.

Phil was soon tired of all the soft and gentle kisses he was receiving, and forced his mouth up sharply. He wanted more of Kevin, wanted to taste him. The smaller man opened his mouth, gripping a handful of black and red hair in one fist to pull the other man down.

Kevin grunted, surprised, but settled into the rough kiss. He, too, opened up his mouth, immediately feeling Phil's tongue slide between his lips. He added a third finger, scissoring them inside Phil as the young man whimpered uncomfortably beneath him.

With a groan, Kevin pulled back. He coated himself in the lube that he had brought with him, pulling one of Phil's legs to his shoulder. The other leg he wrapped around his hips, leaning down to whisper "You ready?" into Phil's ear.

Panting, Phil nodded. He tightened the leg around Kevin's waist and smiled.

Kevin returned the grin and pushed in. He groaned at the tight friction of Phil's body to his. Breathing heavily, Kevin leaned his forehead to Phil's shoulder.

Phil, on the other hand, was clinging desperately to Kevin, nails biting into the pale flesh of the older man's back.

Kevin set up a slow, even pace. Phil grunted softly beneath him, still digging his nails into the older man's back.

Kevin whispered love words into Phil's ear, slowly thrusting into his tight heat. Phil panted Kevin's name with ever move.

"Kevin! Oh, shit!" Phil yelled as Kevin hit his spot. "Do it again!"

Kevin let out a deep chuckle and began to repeatedly pound into Phil, hitting his prostate. Phil felt as though his spine were electrified, the vertebrae melding together. With a call of "Kevvie!" Phil came all over himself.

Kevin, unable to hold himself back much longer, let loose, filling the smaller man to the point of overflowing. Both dark haired men collapsed to the comforter and panted quietly, holding each other close.

"I love you." They said as though in one breath, at the same time.

The two dizzy, tired lovers giggled. Kevin nuzzled Phil's head as the younger man let out a yawn. "Let's get some sleep, sweet. You've had a rough night."

Phil barely had time to nod before he was asleep.

"You're mine, sweet." Kevin whispered into the dark, sweat-dampened locks. He glanced down at the dark purple mark in the shape of his own jaw and smirked. "Forever. I love you."