Title: You are all weak......(1/3)

Author: slashburd
Pairing: CM Punk/Jeff Hardy

Rating: R / Mature - definitely not suitable for minors
Disclaimer: I do not know of any of this to be true at all, I don't know or own these people - if only ;)

Summary: M/M Slash, Strong BDSM elements, smut, bad language (probably)

Punk was tied tightly to the modified St Andrew's cross in the centre of the room, blindfolded and unable to see Jeff lighting the last of the candles that were scattered along the ledges and floorboards, flickering and lighting up the walls with dancing flames.

Everyone one of his remaining senses was screaming at him with information that he couldn't see. He'd taken such a chance doing this, surrendering himself to Jeff. This leap of faith made Jeff the first one to really take control of him absolutely.

Licking his lips he could taste the slight salty taste of the sweat forming on his top lip, microscopic beads more from fear than warmth. His hands felt clammy too, but he had nothing to grab onto, his wrists were tied flat against the smooth recovered wood of the cross.

A sickening feeling of total vulnerability started to rise from the pit of his stomach making him give way at his middle, pressing back against the wood for support. Then came the rush straight from the deepest, kinkiest and most unexplored parts of his brain. The conflict made him feel like he was slowly drowning in the darkness that enveloped his eyes.

He felt something brush against him. He hoped it was Jeff, the man who had promised that he could help him get what he wanted, what he needed. Knowing not to speak until spoken to he held his breath to see if he could hear Jeff's breathing close to him. Nothing. No sounds he could distinguish. Then, out of nowhere music began to fill the silence. He knew it was coming from behind him somewhere, and accompanying it was a hand that also came from behind and slid from just under his chin down to the waistband of his underwear.

The smooth and gentle touch was just what he needed to calm him down. He also knew tonight wasn't going to be like this for long, if at all but this was the equivalent of a hug from Jeff, his way of saying that everything was going to be okay. Punk knew then that this was going to be done out of love, from the man he was learning to love after spending so many hard hearted and damaging years pushing everyone he could away.

Jeff always loved to fuck to music, it was such a huge part of his life that without it, a lot of things seemed empty and soulless. He'd spent so much of his youth listening and finding the meaning in the words that music was intrinsically intertwined in his very being. This was a tune he'd been saving for a night like this. He wanted it to be special and this song made it so. The slow, undulating, almost hypnotic beat was perfect and he couldn't help but move around to the front and start slowly winding his hips just a few inches away from Punk. Jeff thought Punk looked so perfect there, the man he'd always waited and wished for at his mercy and willing to submit to him totally.

"Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hatred,
Understand it's so simple, a simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee"

The words punched through the air and straight into both their minds - "a simple please" was a phrase that had been stuck in Jeff's memory since they'd discussed exploring this together.

Jeff ran his hand slowly along the inside line of Punk's taut right thigh, using his thumb to massage as he went. As his hand went higher he felt a slight tremble in Punk's knees but continued up, grazing his fingers against the fabric of Punk's tight shorts just enough to give a little contact to his balls. This drew an excited gasp and Jeff leaned in, letting his quickening breaths move the strands of hair that had fallen onto his lover's face. He ran his lips down Punk's jawline barely making contact with skin but knowing that his body heat would be making his presence felt.

Jeff reached around with both arms and drew Punk towards him forcefully by the hips. Knowing there would be a pull on the wrist restraints he leant forward and carefully licked gently around one nipple then the other, making a contented noise as he did so, back and forth, back and forth. Punk made gasps at the sensations flooding his system. He wanted to be able to pull his arms free and hold Jeff onto his nipple, biting and sucking as hard as he usually did. The thought that he couldn't was difficult to deal with. He just had to trust Jeff to take control of this, of him.

Jeff's hand slipped down the back of Punk's shorts and grabbed a handful of ass cheek, at the same time closing his teeth around the swollen stiff nipple he had in his mouth. A frantic thrust forward and a long low moan broke the silence between them, the music masking the panting Punk was doing in time with it.

Author Notes: This is my first fanfic so please be (a bit) gentle. I'd like to know whether or not this is any good and if there's any interest in me carrying in this on – it is a departure from the norm I know.

On a side note, to give the song more context you can hear it here on you tube. It's called Walking Zero by a band called Sneaker Pimps. I highly recommend this to set the scene and the rest of the album is pretty cool too :)