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

Author: slashburd
Pairing: CM Punk/Jeff Hardy

Rating: R / Mature
Disclaimer: I do not know of any of this to be true – its just my imagination, running away with me :)

Summary: M/M Slash, nudity, BDSM elements, sexual language/contact, bad language (probably)

"My time is only given to you,
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate
If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred
Guaranteed I've got something,
A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets"

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Spending a lifetime devoting himself to his moral beliefs had been almost too easy for Punk. For a long time he'd claimed that sex was a vice in itself. He'd been too scared to do anything about his own desire that he'd spent so long feeling ashamed of. He channelled it all into dedication to his sport, his career, his way of life. The truth was that he didn't need drink and drugs to have a good time. What he did need to make his life complete was the touch of another. Another man.

Asking Jeff for this so early had been a big risk for him. He knew that a first proper night with someone was generally nothing like this. Luckily Jeff was the most open minded person he'd ever met, no preconceptions, no attitudes, just a soul full of peace and love. And the capability to make him into a quivering pile of virgin snot and bones.

Breaking their kiss to come up for air Jeff stepped back slightly and slipped his jeans down over his slim hips. As he kicked them away Punk caught sight of Jeff's bare feet, so delicate and pale with toes punctuated by flaking purple nail polish.

Jeff grinned and moved forward. He pressed his body against Punk, putting one hand either side of his lover's head and, holding on to the wood, rubbed himself slowly up and down. Punk could feel Jeff's hardness against his hip, he was staring straight into Jeff's eyes and in the reflection could see what this was doing to him. He did indeed look like a slut. Mouth swollen from the kisses, eyes narrowed with wanton desire, every sinew wanting Jeff, wanting to be freed of his fear, wanting it all.

"Do you really want this? If you do you're gonna have to tell me soon.... Just say it baby.....Just one word and I'm there......."

Punk leant his head back, eyes searching for something in the air that he couldn't find. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes and counted to ten. In his mind he was screaming "Yes" over and over again but just couldn't make any words come from between his lips.

Jeff could see that Punk was right on the verge of where he longed to be. He didn't know whether to push any further now, surely Punk had to decide and maybe, just maybe he wasn't ready yet. He looked down towards the bottom of the cross where the torn shorts and his jeans were strewn wishing he had a camera to capture the image forever, whether it turned out to be a memory of an epiphany or just a half step along Punk's road to Damascus.

Jeff's feelings for this man already ran deeper than sex and he desperately wanted to carry the baggage Punk was so clearly burdened with. By giving him release Jeff was sure he could set that soul free to soar.

Punk was drawn to the vision before him that was Jeff deep in thought. His first thought was how pretty Jeff was, how he'd kissed the soft skin of his cheeks and neck, grabbed handfuls of that hair as they made out that earlier that night before he'd let himself be restrained.

Suddenly it washed over him. This man was beautiful and there was nothing wrong with wanting him if he loved and desired him this deeply surely. Right?

A low sound of steady panting distracted Jeff from his train of thought. He was afraid that Punk was crying or distressed but on checking his face a new look had formed upon it. Holding the direct stare of Punk's piercing eyes he saw his lover's mouth open and under his ragged breath he heard one single world.

"Please."

Jeff knew that this meant Punk was ready to give himself up. Detecting a slight note of shame in his voice Jeff stroked Punk's face with two fingers. Head hung down, turned slightly away Punk felt a little ashamed of his own carnal desires. The most natural thing in the world to him was also killing him inside. Jeff's heart broke a little seeing that etched into his lover's face but he knew that they needed to see this thing through to the end. This was the only way to get past this barrier that had haunted Punk for so long. Maybe then they could begin exploring just how unbelievable this union had the potential to be.

Deftly releasing Punk's wrists from the restraints he spent a moment rubbing the strong defined arms to get the circulation going again. Jeff then sank to his knees and without speaking a word wrapped his soft lips around the head of Punk's erection. He was sucking, licking and teasing for all he was worth but something just wasn't right. Punk was stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights, staring down at Jeff, biting his lip to stifle the moans and mewling noises at the back of his throat.

"Grab my head" said Jeff, breaking away to offer Punk some much needed reassurance.

Nothing.

"I said, grab my head and let me hear you...." Jeff spoke more firmly this time.

It was an order, not a request and Punk daren't disobey. He didn't want Jeff to stop, not ever, he was just too afraid to let this lust take him over. As soon as Punk put his hands on the back of Jeff's head it was all change. Jeff took as much of the stiff cock in his mouth as he could, pumping the rest with his hand.

Punk felt the pressure of Jeff's lips get tighter, the shock of it making his auto-pilot kick in. An almost pained moan filled the air, the fight inside was subsiding, he wanted this and finally allowed himself to realise that. He also knew he wanted more of it, it felt amazing. Clenching his eyes shut he grabbed the hair at the back of Jeff's head.

"Jeff, oh God, you're gonna make me cum." His voice trembled, he heard his own voice again. "Jeff, please, don't stop, make me cum. I... I can't take any more...." With this Jeff loosened his lips slightly, knowing it would frustrate Punk just enough to get the reaction he needed.

"Dammit Jeff, please, I'm begging you..........."

This was all Jeff needed to hear. He reached around and grabbed Punk's ass hard,

drawing him forwards and taking the full stiff length into his mouth and deep into his throat. Sucking harder than he'd ever done, swirling his tongue round and round, feeling his own orgasm building, knowing he wouldn't need to be touched to explode. He knew this was right, poetic and epic and their beautiful destiny was unfurling before them. With two sharp, shallow thrusts of Punk's hips and a hard tug of his hair he knew it was going to be over.

Punk tensed up head to toe, moaned so loud it sounded like his lungs were going to implode and then it happened. Squirt after squirt of hot sticky cum fired into Jeff's mouth and down his throat. Punk was still holding his head tight which Jeff loved; the feeling of being filled had always done it for him and he convulsed, his own orgasm coming when he tasted the sweet salty liquid spill across his tongue. The fact that his new, virgin lover was who he could taste was too much for him and he felt the thrills spread all through his body, making him shiver with excitement.

As their orgasms subsided from tidal waves to gentle ripples Jeff leant back on his knees, moving his mouth away to give kiss after kiss all over Punk's abs and hips. Jeff clung on tightly, mentally recording this moment, etching it into the vault of sacred memories he cherished.

The violin at the end of the song echoed around the room, the beat gently ebbing away, fading to leave only the sound of their synchronised breathing. Their gasps were heavy and laboured as they both felt exhausted from the intensity of the experience.

"Jeff, I, well I.......... you.....thank y......." Punk just couldn't get the words out that he really wanted to say. Nothing seemed quite right, how could words do justice to what he'd just experienced? The colour flushed his cheeks again, he felt like an incoherent fool and all he wanted to do was to tell Jeff that he loved him more than ever, to thank him for his patience, his affection and creating the unbelievable feelings that were buzzing around in his head.

Feeling Punk's knees give way slightly Jeff gently lowered him down to where he was knelt and embraced him, giving a warm, strong and welcoming pair of arms where they were most needed, stroking the damp hair away from Punk's face and seeing the peaceful, grateful expression on his face. "You were amazing baby. I'm so proud that you shared everything with me like that."

As Jeff looked down he saw his lover's face pressed against his chest and knew they'd achieved something great. He reached down for Punk's hand which was still trembling. Intertwining their fingers he raised Punk's hand to his lips and kissed every finger before tightening the hug and planting a kiss on the top of Punk's head. The rollercoaster of hormones and desire may have been over for the time being but the closeness in the afterburn was as important to Jeff as anything else.

He needed Punk to know that this kind of sex came with love. Always with love.

"To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom, it's excess
Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes."

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A/N: Well, that's it. The completion of my first chaptered fic!! Hope you all enjoyed it and that the smut level didn't spoil it. Any reviews and all reads appreciated :)