Two weeks, it had been two weeks of waiting and misery. John had gone back out on the road after four days still holding strong to not fucking Punk while his tattoo was still healing. Punk thought he was going to go out of his mind with want. It had been weeks, almost months, since he had felt his master sink into him and stretch him, driving him crazy with burning pleasure. It was almost to the point of being too much.

But John was coming home tonight, back to him, and he couldn't wait. His only concern now was just how long John was going to make him wait once he made it home. There was no doubt in his mind he was going to be fucked into the mattress tonight, he was just unsure of how much fun his master wanted to have first, how much he was going to have to endure before it happened. And he was looking forward to every tantalizing minute of it.

He'd planned everything as best he could. He was probably going to get his ass paddled for changing the lock on the kitchen door leading to the garage. But he had to make sure John came into the house through their front door.

Where he would see Punk kneeling in the foyer with nothing on but his collar. It was going to be wonderful and he couldn't wait. John's plane was due in at seven and they lived thirty minutes away. But the way John drove, Punk made sure that he was in the exact spot he planned looking perfect by quarter after. And five minutes later, when he heard John's car door slam shut, he couldn't help but grin.

He waited, nervous excitement bubbling inside of him. He repeatedly took deep, calming breaths in the hopes of controlling his fidgeting, but it was just to much. It had been so long since he felt John's arms wrapped around him, his voice whispering in his ear telling him much he loved him and what he meant to him. He needed that, he needed John's strength and control to overwhelm him. He needed to be owned by the man that would soon be standing on the other side of the door. The knowledge hit him like a tornado and almost forced him to his feet and towards the door. The only thing stopping him was knowing that he was completely naked, bar his collar, and that if he were to open the door, John would be completely enraged at the possibility of someone else seeing him like that. With that thought giving him strength, Punk found the ability to stay where he was and stick with his plan.

The sound of keys jingling against the lock and the muffled cursing that followed brought him out of his own head just in time to see John burst through their door.

"Punk why the hell don't my keys…" John trailed off when Punk felt his eyes settle on him. The intensity of the blue gaze forced his breath to lodge in his throat, just as it did the first time their eyes meet across the locker room years prior. They belonged together, they may have gone through hell to realize it, but it was moments like this that reminded them both of that simple fact, they were it for each other.

A soft touch of fingers grazing over his head drew his thoughts back to the present. A soft whimper threatened to escape Punk at John's soft and loving caress. As much as Punk loved to feel John's hands twisting and pulling his hair when it was longer, the gentle touches he seemed to constantly be receiving to his scalp since he shaved all his hair off was almost better. A large hand clasping the back of his head tightly pulled him out of his own thoughts and he realized he had let his mind wander yet again.

Once Punk turned his head up at the silent command to meet his master's eyes, John leaned down and pressed his lips to Punk in a kiss that could only be described as a claiming, it was untamed and controlling. And it made Punk willing to do anything, pliant to John's every want and need. Just as that action always had.

"I love this surprise," John's full lips whispered against his own, just before leaning in and nipping at the ultra sensitive skin around Punk's lip ring, "but that doesn't mean you won't be punished for screwing around and locking me out of my own home." Punk was able to pull his head back just enough to get a good look at the smirk crossing over John's face, causing one of his own before John pulled him back to John in another heart pounding, soul binding kiss.

So caught up in the sensations of John's lips pressed against his own sending electric jolts throughout his body, Punk didn't even realize that John was picking him up and holding him against his body until he felt his back pressed against the wall and John's cock grinding into his own.

"As hard as this is to do, we need to stop." John told him pulling his body back and letting Punk slowly slide to the floor, making sure every dip in the smaller man's body rubbed against him along the way.

"The hell we do!" Punk more or less screamed as he attempted to climb back up Cena's body and dive his tongue back inside the hot cavern of John's mouth. As far as Punk was concerned, that was the absolute last thing that needed to happen.

"Behave boy." John told him with a sharp slap to his backside. A hiss left Punk as the familiar feelings of giving up control came rushing back to him after so long without. "I decide what we do and how we do it, remember? That means if I tell you we're going to wait then that's exactly what we're going to do." Punk felt his body quivering at the power hidden behind those words. This wasn't John Cena anymore, this wasn't just the muscular man whose presence drew people's attention. This was his Master, the one man who could bring him to his knees and make his enjoy every second of it. This was the man who took control of CM Punk when nobody else could. This was the man that Punk had spent weeks waiting to see again and now that he had him, everything else just seemed to fall into place. He didn't need to worry anymore, John would take care of all of that.

"Yes Sir." Punk softly replied, his head dipping down to stare at his feet while he worried his lip.

"Don't sound so disappointed pet, I know you'll enjoy each and everything I have planned." John told him, one hand coming up to cup his cheek, forcing his head up, as the other slid down his back to rest just over the marking and pull Punk flush to his body once more.

And, as Punk stood in the steaming shower leaning back against the strong body of his lover, Punk had to admit that John was right. The soap and water sliding down his back making John's chest rub against him even more smoothly than usual. And as a slick hand made it's way down his body to gently cup his balls and roll them in the warm palm, Punk silently thanked whatever it was that had caused both he and John to fight for each other all those months ago.

"I love you." He told the man standing behind him, holding him up and supporting him as much as he always did.

"I love you too." John told him as his hand started working it's way up and down his cock, adding a little twist every time he reached the head.

Punk couldn't help but smile, he could never get enough of the man and hearing him declare his love for him again just made everything almost perfect. But there was still something missing, something he didn't know he couldn't live without until John took control of him on that fateful night a year ago.

"Then show me. Show me you love me Sir, your way." Punk didn't completely understand the tingle of excitement that shot down his spine at the sexy smirk John leveled on him just before turning off the water, but Punk knew he would never stop aiming to make John that happy forever.

Getting out of the shower, Punk couldn't control his excitement. He didn't think it was possible to get any harder, but as he felt the tightness and need in his groin, Punk found out that it was possible. And when they made their way into the bedroom, only to have John shove him down on the bed, Punk couldn't even begin to think about how he managed to control himself enough not to come.

Watching John cross over to the dresser where all the toys were kept left Punk shaking with excitement. After so many weeks without each other, he could only imagine what John's imagination was able to come up with. But when John turned around with a rope in his hands, Punk felt absolutely clueless. None of the scenarios he thought of included this, they were moving into uncharted territory for their relationship. He wasn't sure if he was more terrified or turned on by that knowledge.

"You look nervous boy. Something you want to share?" John was using that voice, the one that commanded his attention and obedience while also giving him confidence and security.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, he quietly responded with a quick "No sir."

"Good, now on your back," was the curt reply. Punk hastened to obey the simple order and he didn't have long to wait before John's plan started to play itself out. The rope was softer than Punk had anticipated and he couldn't deny how amazing it felt rubbing against his skin. When Punk's brain was able to focus on more than just coming as soon as possible, he needed to remember to ask John where he learned to do this.

The rope crisscrossed his back and chest in an intricate pattern that rubbed along his nipples and included tying his hands behind his back. The next thing he knew two separate strands were being pressed together and run down the crevice of his ass to rub in the most delicious way against his opening before separating to wrap around and trap his cock and balls in a tormenting grip. Punk was panting long before the process was done and when John ran his fingers along the rope, dipping into his crack and teasing the puckered entrance he found there, Punk could only moan with a pure, primal need.

"Sir please I need…"

"What boy, what is it you need?"

"You, just you."

Punk looked up into John's heated eyes and saw something shift behind that bright blue. His master was coming out to play and Punk could hardly wait. John's fingers continued to rub along the lines of the rope, alternating the amount of pressure, until Punk was on the verge of becoming a sobbing mess. There were no more actual words left in him, only desperate sounds begging for his lover's touch.

"I don't think you've figured out the best part of this little design of mine yet boy." Punk knew he should be nervous about the tone John's voice took on, but his trust in his lover was too much. And when he felt the ropes begin to slide up his thighs, his legs being held up and his opening on display, Punk realized that trust was well placed. That, and his lover was a fucking genius. An uncontrollable need washed over Punk, his hole clenching in anticipation when John's weeping tip slapped against his thigh.

Punk looked up at John through hooded eyes just in time to see another positively evil smirk overtake John's features before he dropped to his knees and Punk felt his tongue gliding around the tender muscles of his most private area. The place that Punk had given over to John time and again. A deep probing into his sensitive muscles pulled him from his thoughts, the slick heat forcing it's way in until Punk had no choice but to open up at John's demand. Fuck this was amazing. And when the blazing heat slid up and suddenly his balls were wrapped up in the greatest tortured pleasure he had ever known. Punk couldn't think of any time he had been more at peace. In that moment, Punk knew that making the decision to mark himself forever as John was the greatest thing he had ever done. And if this was how John reacted, then Punk knew he would make that same decision over and over again.

Suddenly, John's hands were wrapping around his thighs and pulling him to the edge of the bed. "I'm done waiting." John all but growled down at him before the head of his cock slowly worked it's way into Punk.

"Ugh." Punk wanted to speak, wanted to say something, but words were just beyond him at this point, it was all he could do to pull in ragged breaths. He glanced up and met his Master's gorgeous eyes as John stared down at him, not even bothering to hide the possessive gleam in his gaze. The image of that strong man, a warrior in every sense of the word looking at him in that way sent a shot of lust straight down his spine.

"Please." The words was gasped out, barely audible, but Punk was desperate. It didn't matter though, it had just the affect he wanted. John snapped out of his stupor, hips immediately withdrawing, before he slammed back into Punk, John's firm grip on his legs the only thing that kept him from sliding up the mattress.

A scream of pleasure ripped from Punk as John pushed his legs even farther back. John was all but snarling as he hovered over Punk, watching his dick saw in and out of Punk's willing body. Punk's eyes slide close at the overwhelming delight he was experiencing. The calloused palm left Punk's thigh, but before he could comprehend what was happening, the heavy hand landed in a smack against Punk's ass, right over his newest tattoo.

John couldn't help himself, he slapped that gorgeous marking over and over again, but by appearances, Punk didn't seem to mind at all. Something that John had been struggling with for so long finally settled in his mind. Punk was his and his marking was on that amazing man permanently now, whether Punk was in a situation where he could wear his collar or not, it would be there, reminding them both of what they had found in each other.

John couldn't hold out much longer, and a driving need was filling him to hear Punk acknowledge it as well. "I like reminding you what's there, reminding you what it means and who you belong to." His voice was course and filled with lust, the deep growl barely resembling his normal timbre.

He needed to hear Punk acknowledge it as well, he needed to hear him say just how important John was to him.

Those deep brown eyes locked onto his, and his heart stuttered in John's chest. His strokes slowed to a stop as the emotions of the moment overtook them both. "I belong to you sir, forever and for always I'm yours." John lowered his head until his forehead touched Punk's, then he lowered his lips to gently graze over his lover's. When John felt Punk completely surrender underneath him and become his submissive in every sense of the word, he lost what little control he had managed to scrap together.

He began pounding into the willing man beneath him, his tempo erratic yet perfect. Second by second, stroke by stroke they both drew closer to that precipice, both reaching desperately to fall over the edge into unimaginable pleasure. John managed to pull himself up enough to watching his dick disappear into Punk's tight hole over and over, the sight immediately pushing John over that edge. He somehow kept himself together long enough to wrap his fist around Punk's cock and, in a few short strokes, pull his lover to that pleasure with him.

When it was all over, the ropes untied and dropped heedlessly to the floor, the overheated skin wiped down by a cool cloth, the two men lay wrapped in each other's arms. Punk enjoying being held by his Master, reminding him just how safe he was. Eventually, John couldn't contain his need any longer and turned his sub onto his stomach, his gaze instantly going to the silver and black tattoo covering most of Punk's right cheek.

He could only sit and stare at the gorgeous marking covering the smooth skin. A perfect replica of his collar stood out against the slightly tanned skin. A set of dog tags, the same engravings as on the actual collar stood out easily. One read simply, "John Cena" and on the other "Forever and For Always." John couldn't help but to silently reach out and trace the pattern. A rush of desire and possession surged though John once more when he heard the contented sigh those actions pulled from Punk.

"Mine." John said, looking up into his love's eyes after the simple statement to see a small smile tug at those gorgeous lips. "Yours." A soft whisper replied.

Pure elation overtook every other emotion John had been feeling. His collar was now permanently on his sub, just the way he had always wanted.