All stemming from watching this interview... just the look on Punk's face, and the way he says "Maybe even at your wedding" woke up the muses. Youtube . com/watch?v=vkUxX82YCuc 01:33.

Title: Heal me please?

Pairing: Adam Copeland (Edge) X Phil Brooks (CM Punk) Mentions of Edge/Vickie(I know I'm sorry guys but it works for one time! I promise!)

Warnings: M/M, Lang, Sex, Semi non con Sex/slightly forced, angst, etc.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: As Edge is about to seal his fate, Seal the world Heavy weight championship in his grasp, and marry Vickie Guerrero, CM Punk is all set to destroy everything he worked to build.

Disclaimer: Yeah yeah they belong to the old fucker. I know.

Edge grinned cockily as he ran his tongue across his lips, Eve holding the mic out to him. "You know I was wondering how the Deadman was liking retirement the other day, I wondered how that was settin' with him-" He felt another presence, a dominating presence behind him. He whipped his head to the side to see... him. CM Punk. 'Oh dear god' Edge thought trying to hide the shudder that shot down his spine into his toes at the site of the Straight Edge superstar.

Cm Punk smirked as the cockiness drained from Edge's face. "I don't know what to think... I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic... I just wanna congratulate you, and maybe... you can pass it on to Vickie" Punk's voice dripping with Sarcasm and something else... Anger? Frustration? Or something to that account. Edge was almost... scared.

Part of him was glad that Eve was still there... Punk wouldn't try anything with her there. The sarcasm was gone from his voice, and his eyes, replaced with a threating, almost scary look of dominance. "I want you... to know that anytime... any place..." He leaned closer, a smirk breaking out on his face as he pulled his arm up revealing his Money in the Bank Briefcase. "I can cash in this baby! ... And who knows... maybe even at your wedding" He smirked letting the message... the True message sink in before leaning closer than necessary, pursing his lips as if to blow Edge a kiss, chuckling and walking away.

As Edge watched CM Punk walk away, he shuddered, rolling his shoulders before glaring at Eve, and storming to Vickie's office. "Baby, Baby, Baby! CM Punk just got in my face! He said He was going to cash in his Money in the Bank case... maybe at our wedding!" He muttered, worry evident on his face as she scoffed. Just before MVP interrupted, Vickie waved Edge off as she began talking to Montel.

Edge snarled, storming out of the room and off down the hall. "She doesn't even care! She doesn't care about me! Whore! What the Hell!" He kicked the wall as he kept walking down the long winding corridors. He sneered up at the flickering lights, the halls seemingly empty but for himself. "She doesn't even care about me!" he repeated throwing a tantrum, slamming his fist into the concrete wall over and over.

"Noooooo... Nobody will ever care about yyyooouuu as much as I do... Baby... don't you see it?" A smooth soft voice cooed behind him. Edge dropped the World Heavy weight Championship, startled as he spun around, holding his bloody fist against his abdomen. CM Punk strolled over to him, almost a look of concern on his face as he eyed Edge's hand. "Aww Baby... *he clicked his tongue* look what you've gone and done... ugh..." He gripped Edge's good hand firmly, shoving him into an empty locker room, nudging the forgotten title in after them.

He closed the door quietly, sliding the lock shut. Edge crawled away as Punk advanced, straddling Edge's waist, pinning his good hand to the ground above his head, sneering in his face. "You just don't get it... do you? Nobody cares about you as much as I do. Nobody will ever LOVE you as much as I Love you Adam. You belong to me! You belong with me... You... are... MINE! And no fat disgusting cum guzzling whore is going to change that! You marrying that cow... won't change anything... you are mine. And I'll never let you forget that." Punk hissed as he gripped Edge's chin firmly, tilting his face up, pressing his lips to Edge's.

Edge whimpered as Punk broke the kiss, his eyes losing that harsh icy look, turning soft as he examined Edge's hurt hand. Gently handling it. Edge let out a choked sob as Punk accidently pressed too hard. "I'm sorry Baby..." Punk murmured pulling his shirt off, tearing the sleeve off and wrapping it around Edge's hand, tying it neatly. "There" Punk mumbled kissing Edge on lips once more as he stood up, heading for the door, stopping to look back at Edge. "Don't... Move. That's an order... I'll be back" Punk growled before he disappeared through the door, closing it behind him.

Edge sighed in relief. He really thought Punk was going to rape him or something of that sort. Every voice in his head told him to run, run screaming for help, and yet he sat, like a fucking lap dog awaiting his master's return. Return Punk did. Moments later he came carrying a medical bag, he locked the door, sliding next to Edge, opening the bag as he pulled out some bandages and alcohol swabs.

Edge sat up a little straighter as Punk untied the piece of shirt(Edge noted Punk was no longer in his wrestling attire either, but was donning a pair of basketball shorts and one of his signature T-shirts.) tossing it aside. He went through the process of cleaning it, Edge wincing and yelping at the stinging alcohol burn. Punk seemingly ignored Edge's pain for the time being, wrapping the wounds with the bandage and putting everything away.

He gently stroked Edge's face. "I'm sorry" he murmured again, leaning over and slowly pressing his lips to Adam's. This time however, the kiss became more demanding. Adam broke the kiss. "No!" he hissed "This is... wrong..." he whispered trying to get up, but Punk pushed him back down. "I won't force you to have sex with me Adam... I want to make that very clear... When you're ready you'll have sex with me because you want to..." Punk murmured kissing Adam gently before standing, and walking out of the room.

Adam blinked. "That was a complete change of character..." he muttered to himself... surprised that he was actaully dissapointed. He bit his lip before standing, grabbing the World title and rushing out the door. "Punk! Punk!... P-unk?" he bit his bottom lip as it seemed Punk was gone. He sighed sliding down against the wall, closing his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the side of him yurning for CM Punk to return. To Return and take him away, to take him against his wil- oh god what was he thinking? He was to be a married man in less than three weeks! He wasn't supposed to be thinking about CM Punk... about Phil Brooks. And yet here he was...

Phil held his breath listening to Adam call out for him to come back. It hurt to hear his voice as it was, angst ridden almost, what hurt more was to restrain himself... he wanted to take Adam then and there. He intended on it actaully, but thought better of it. He wanted Adam to come to him, beg him to take him. To beg Phil to make him his. Phil sighed watching Adam slide against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest, hugging them close. He closed his eyes before walking away. The choice was Adam's to make, not his.

End of chapter 1