Quick notes:

Matt is married to Reby Sky and their son is Maxel.

Jeff is NOT married nor does he have children.

Dean is NOT married. He is also LITERALLY unstable.

Rolleigns is canon.

Eki=Umaga.

Enjoy.

Title: I'll Kiss Away Your Demons

Pairing: Main=Hardbrose with appearances by SkyHard (Matt/Reby), Rolleigns, and a past mention of Jedam.

Rating: NC-17

I'm also not sure at what time the podcast took place but I'm going to set it at sometime early noon.

Chapter 1: When Ambrose met Hardy

-Kansas City; in an obscure little room…-

"They're all waiting for you to fuck up."

Dean startled, his phone slipping from his hands. After a small fumble, where it bounced on his thigh before he was able to slap it in between both palms, he looked up at his company, confused. "What?"

The man at his left grinned slowly, almost lazily. He stretched, his arms reaching behind him before he laced his fingers and rested his head against the small cradle. "Everyone you've ever heard compare the two of us. They're waiting for you to fuck up."

Dean put his phone away, eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't sure how to respond to this man. He had heard the stories, of course. The comparison of how they were both so quiet but quick to shoot if prodded, how they were both unique in ways others found strange, even how they both seemed kind of…crazy.

Dean opened his mouth to reply but found his throat drying when the other man locked him in a dead stare. Those eyes...what Roman had told him about his eyes was true…

"That's a cool idea for a podcast," Roman grinned up at the waitress, placing his order and ignoring the way that Seth was frowning at him. "Don't start with me, skunk-stripe! If I want to have some fat in my diet, ain't nothing you can do to stop me."

Dean smirked, his lips hidden behind his coffee mug as the smallest member of their trio glared at the Samoan. "Leave him alone, Rolly, the big man's gotta eat."

Seth huffed, picking up his fork and spearing a piece of fruit. "Fine, you're dealing with him later if he starts his bitching about his indigestion again."

Dean rolled his eyes before looking back to Roman. "Yeah, Chris is pretty hyped about it. He's really excited that they are back, said that they've been close friends for over a decade now."

Seth nibbled on his cantaloupe, "A lot of people are thrilled that they're back. I heard that they're super easy to get along with."

Roman's eyes lit up when the waitress set his plate down in front of him and after thanking her, immediately grabbed onto a piece of bacon. Probably just to bother Seth. "Eki would be ecstatic."

Dean, with a mouth full of coffee, hummed before swallowing. "That's right…he was pretty tight with the younger brother before his passing, huh?"

"He liked the both of them but the younger one…Eki would even call him Uce and for him to do that with people who aren't family was rare." Roman smiled fondly at the memory of his cousin, the Samoan bull-dozer.

"Eki always told me that Jeff's got the most honest eyes in the business," he continued softly, "I guess he would have to, with all that he's been through."

"Are you all right?"

The question brought Dean back to the present. That's right. He was sitting in the impromptu podcast room with him. They were waiting for Chris to come back from the bathroom. He had eaten breakfast with his Shield brothers earlier that morning and now he was sitting right across from the man that everyone in the business had been comparing him to lately…

And he had lost himself in the honest eyes of Jeff Hardy.

"Uh, yeah," Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm good." He licked his lips and watched as Jeff rolled a half-empty bottle of water around on the table separating them. "I don't really know how to respond though."

Jeff smiled again, only this time it seemed a bit sad. "You'll find out what I mean eventually." He looked as though he wanted to say more, but dropped the subject as the door opened and Chris walked in, wide grin in place.

"Okay, here we go!" Chris announced, clapping his hands together excitedly before he adjusted the microphone and sat at the head of the table. "When Ambrose met Hardy! This is going to be great." He looked to Jeff for confirmation.

"It sure is," Jeff said, turning back to Dean. He smiled again, this third smile was soft and sincere, and Dean found himself trying to remember how to work his facial muscles into his usual grin.

"Yeah," was all he was able to muster but he finally managed to throw a disarming smile at Chris as the man began to play with his soundboard. Inhaling quietly, he closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them when Chris began the introduction to his show.

"That was awesome," Chris grinned as he led them out of the room. "The fans will go crazy once they find out. Thanks a lot for doing this you guys; I know you both must be so busy."

"It's all good, man," Jeff grinned, his hand coming up to fiddle with the bright red bandana wrapped around his dark purple hair. "I had a really great time."

Dean forced his eyes away from the tattooed fingers playing with the bandana and nodded to Chris, "Yeah, that was interesting. Started off pretty slow, thanks to me, but you weren't wrong. Once you got us going, we were totally fine."

"I knew it would pick up once we started talking about the spooks," Chris laughed, "I'll send ya any other Bigfoot footage I find. You keep on the lookout for those aliens for me, Ambrose."

"You know it," Dean grinned, shaking hands with the veteran. He turned back to Jeff, who was now shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "So, Jeff, it was really nice to talk to you. I'm…I'm sorry again about your dog."

Jeff shook his head, "It's fine, Dean. Was a long time ago and I've healed from it." He chuckled, "I'm sorry about Mitch."

Dean laughed as Chris rolled his eyes. "Long live the potted plant," he raised his water bottle up in a toast, snickering as Jeff mimicked his action.

"Stupid Mitch," Chris shook his head, "Anyway, guys, hope you have a safe trip to the next location. I'll hopefully see you guys soon."

"Have fun on tour but come back, you hear me? Don't you leave me all alone in this business," Jeff said, grinning at his old friend.

"Well, you two are friends now! You'll never even notice I'm gone," and with a wink and a final handshake from the two, Chris was walking back into his podcast room, leaving the two new friends standing awkwardly in the hallway.

"So," Dean cleared his throat, "you riding with Matt to the next location?"

"Most likely," Jeff nodded. "Unless he wants to go home to Cameron to see his wife and son for a few days, then I'll just ride on my own." After a moment of silence, he continued, "You're riding with your boys, I'm guessing?"

Dean nodded, "They're actually probably at the hotel packing now."

"I won't keep you," Jeff smiled, turning slightly and Dean could feel himself panic for reasons he couldn't even being to understand.

"Uh, you want to maybe go find a ghost or something?" At the confused look in those fucking gorgeous green eyes, he continued, "I don't actually think the guys are packing. Well, something is getting packed but it ain't a bag. I don't really want to risk burning my retinas at seeing my best friends going at it."

Jeff laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't know they were actually a couple," he sighed softly, "that's nice. Having someone you love on the road with you is always…very nice." For a brief moment, his smile fell and he looked a bit melancholy but then his grin returned full force. "Ok, Ambrose. Let's go find us an apparition!" he reached out, grabbing wrist and began to lead him down the hall.

This was it, this was their first time touching.

Dean stared at that pale hand, drenched in ink and nail-polish, wrapped around his wrist. His eyes slowly traveled up the hooded arm until he was staring at deep purple strands held up in that low and messy bun.

It happened too quickly. He was not the kind of person who let himself be touched, much less pulled, so soon. And yet, here was Jeff Hardy doing just that. Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy… is leading the Unstable Dean Ambrose down the hall to find a ghost.

"Hey, Jeff?"

Hardy turned, gazing at him curiously.

"Aren't you…aren't you afraid?" Dean swallowed thickly.

"Afraid?" Jeff echoed, stopping in his tracks and slowly uncurling his fingers from around Dean's wrist. He stared thoughtfully at him and Dean could feel the monster in his chest purring as Jeff's lips curled into another one of his quirky grins, "What should I be afraid of, Dean?"

Dean scowled, rubbing his wrist where Jeff's touch still lingered, "Come on," he exhaled deeply, "I know you've heard. If they're all talking to you about me…I'm sure they've told you about…" he trailed off, seeing the sudden shift in those eyes.

"About how fucked up you are?" Jeff's fingers went up to his head and he tapped his own temple, "up here?" he took a bold step forward, almost eye to eye with the other man, "That you're unstable?"

Dean didn't back down. He straightened his posture, using the measly two inches he had as leverage over the older man and glaring. "I can control it," he muttered, "I can keep myself together. I'm not just going to maul you-"

Jeff's laugh, his damn little giggle, had Dean nearly biting his tongue mid-sentence.

"I'm not afraid of you, Dean." His eyes were bright. Honest. "Would I have offered to wander off alone with you if I were scared?" Jeff shook his head, "I don't care what they've told me. I've never been one to heed warnings. And now that you know I'm not afraid of you, I'm going to need the same confirmation from you."

Dean blinked. "Huh?" was his eloquent response.

"I've snapped plenty of times, let those demons come out and torture me." Jeff tilted his head, "Matt's seen it. Chris has seen it. Hell, the entire world saw it at one point," he sighed heavily, "but I'm fine now, have been for nearly six years." He paused, leaning against the wall behind him. "So..?"

"So," Dean parroted, still unsure of whatever the fuck was going on, "We're…we are good? We're friends?"

Jeff nodded firmly, "We're friends." And then beamed, once again grabbing Dean's wrist and hauling him down the hall, "We need to go to the basement! That's where I would haunt if I were a ghost."

Dean smiled, letting himself be dragged and actually not minding it. At all.

Dean let himself into the room, eyebrow rising at the sight of Roman lying on the bed closest to the wall. The big man was moaning pitifully, holding onto his stomach with his gray eyes shut tightly. "What's up, brother?"

Roman could only shake his head, a whimper escaping his throat. From the bathroom, Dean could hear muttered curses and, curiosity piqued; he stepped over to look in and nearly retched, backing away from the bathroom quickly.

"Shit," Dean muttered, eyes teary as he fought off the urge to vomit. He snickered, watching Seth come out of the area, soiled towels pinched in his fingers, "Did he throw up his entire breakfast?"

"Last night's dinner too," Seth growled, grabbing another towel from the closet after chucking the dirtied ones into a bin, "Damn it, I told you this would happen! Your body isn't used to such heavy foods anymore, Ro!" he turned, pointing a finger at Dean, "and you! You're the one who is supposed to be cleaning up this mess but of course you've been gone for hours."

"Podcast run late?" Roman asked, his voice weak. He stared at Seth with dewy eyes, "Can I have some water, please?"

Dean shook his head, "Hung out with Jeff after." He plopped down onto his own bed, resting his head on his arms. "We went ghost hunting and grabbed a light lunch."

Seth, on his way to deliver Roman a glass of water, paused. Ignoring the Samoan's whines, he stared at Dean in surprise. "What?"

Dean shrugged, "He's a cool guy," he stared at the ceiling. The very fresh memory of Jeff's vibrant eyes, the way he sometimes lifting a hand up to cover his lips while he chewed on his food, the endearing little laugh as stories were shared, "He's as laid back and interesting as everyone says he is."

Seth hummed, finally handed Roman the glass before sitting down on the bed they shared. "So you enjoyed yourself?"

Dean nodded slowly, mind still on Jeff, "Yeah. Yeah, I did." He turned to stare at Roman as the big man forced himself to sit up with a tortured groan.

"That's where you've been for the past four hours?" Roman draped himself over Seth's lap, the smaller man grunting as he bore the dead weight, "Coddle me, I'm sick."

"Idiot," Seth murmured fondly, brushing back the dark curls.

"Yeah, so what?" Dean frowned.

"We're just surprised, man," Roman smirked, "It's not like you to deal with anyone but us for more than an hour at best. I'm glad you like him."

Dean felt his cheeks color. "He's…interesting," he repeated. "He understands what it's like to be…different."

His brothers shared a quick, alarmed look.

"Don't start," Dean warned, his chest monster beginning its low snarl, "I kept myself together, didn't feel upset at all when I was with him." He turned onto his left side, facing the window.

"Come on, we didn't mean it like that and you know it." Seth said softly. "We just want to make sure that you're safe."

"I am." Dean muttered, burying his face in his pillow. "I'm going to sleep now so if you're going to fuck, keep it down."

"I'm waking you up in an hour," Seth warned, "We need to get in at least 45 mins of cardio before packing to go to the next location."

"Fine." Dean let his eyes close.

And the very first thing he saw after the darkness settled in was Jeff and his fucking eyes.

Keep an open mind, yeah?

And yes, btw, they are going to have some BRU-TAL sex. I've never written a sex scene before but I've read a LOT of them so I think I can handle it. I think.

Anyway, ignore any OOCness. I'm trying to really focus more on how they sounded during the podcast.

So yeah. Questions? Comments? Concerns?