The Psycho Jeff fic I previously abandoned due to not having a plot. I have a plot. I didn't want it to seem like a backwards version of 'Captive', & heaven forbid, I didn't want to rewrite 'Captive', & that's what Imma try not to do. But the roles are a little reversed.. However, this is non-wrestling, total AU & OOC. Jeff is somewhat of a 17 year old sociopath loner who sets his sites on a very bored, very pretty blonde Adam he sees one day in a grocery store. With no regard for anything logical, Jeff stalks the blonde & figures out in his deranged mind that the only way for him & Adam to be happy is for Adam to be all his. Graphic rape & violence & language. Non-con, forced, (underage, on Jeff's behalf- whole different argument since Adam's his victim) threats w/ a weapon, cutting, kidnapping, bondage and other horrible things. You've been warned. I don't want fluffy. Will not be for the squeamish. I promise ;) Jeff/Adam. Psycho Jeff! & Addy bottoms. Some hints of Jay/Chris.

I don't own shit sadly. No hott psychos, no pretty blondes, & no rights to anything. Not making cash!


Psycho Pretty;
Chapter one/ 'Damaged Boy'
Rated; M/ L, S (some masturbation, cutting, smoking, theft and ill intentions towards another)

His hair fell down in strands over his face. Long purple, blonde and black tangled strings blocking his view. Fingers with black chipped polish on their nails, caked with thick, dark and drying blood pushed the hair back before picking up the cigarette from the ashtray it occupied. The boy took a slow drag, inhaling deeply before puffing the smoke out through pursed lips. A pierced tongue crept out to lick those lips, tracing the top one and then down to the bottom.

He sat the cigarette back down after tapping off the ashes and then getting back to his task at hand. The boy picked up the razor blade, moving it over to his left forearm before cutting deep into his flesh with one swift motion. A whimpered groan of pure twisted pleasure escaped his lips as he watched the blood run down from the fresh cut wound. He tossed down the razor and smeared the blood with two of his fingers, pushing down on it a bit to force more blood to rise out and just to fucking make it ache more.

Green eyes watched the blood in sick fascination, shining as bright as precious emeralds as they scanned over the four large gashes he'd made up and down his forearm. The boy stared, trapped in demented bliss..

A loud pounding from the other side of his locked bedroom door drew those eyes towards it, dulling them down in irritation.

"Jeffrey!" A loud voice shouted from the other side. It belonged to his father. The knob shook as if he was attempting to open it. "You better turn that damn noise down, y'hear? And I smell smoke. Boy, if you're fucking smoking in my damn house again, you'll be sorry. Jeffrey?"

Jeffrey, or Jeff as he was called for short, shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette, closing his eyes as he enjoyed its temporary comfort.

The old man on the other side of the door let out a tired but loud sigh. "Boy, sometimes I wish your mother was still here. And that damn brother a'yourn hadn't a'left." He muttered as he walked away.

Jeff snarled and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He got up from the seat at his desk and went to change the disk in his CD player where it sat on his dresser. Jeff looked up into the mirror above his dresser, watching his throat muscles contract as he swallowed. He used both hands to push his dyed hair back, the black eyeliner that was smudged and running only hid the bags under his eyes.

Jeff was in his last year of high school. Seventeen years old with all the promise in the fucking world... But to Jeff, all that those promises were, were damn lies. His mother had died when he was just nine years old, and the brother he had grew so close to over the years in the wake of that tragedy left him to go to college some four fucking hours away. Jeff was stuck in this small ass town, living with his father, a crotchety, stubborn, old-fashioned stick in the mud who didn't even bother to try and understand Jeff or how bad Jeff felt on the inside. Just assumed Jeff was wrong and he was right. Jeff was the defected son with no hope or promise of a future, while Jeff's brother Matt was the idea son who had a future and got the grades and the girls and was full-on wholesome American fucking dream!

Least that's what Daddy thought. Jeff knew that brother Matt wasn't so perfect, and that Matt wasn't exactly just bagging the pretty chicks behind closed doors and away from prying eyes. Matt liked ass alright, but he didn't care too much for pussy. Matt was a fag just like Jeff was so used to being called. But shit, at least Jeff slept better knowing he could admit it to himself and anyone else who dared try and fuck with him over the issue. Matt, on the other hand, was still in the closet with his skeletons and the cobwebs.

Jeff sighed and released his hair, glaring at his reflection scornfully. Life couldn't get any better, Jeff thought in bitter disgust.

-xx-

It was out in town one day that Jeff saw something of true beauty. It was in the grocery store while Jeff was lifting more smokes from an abandoned counter and whatever else he could get away with. Standing in the juice aisle, sucker stick poking out from Jeff's blue-stained lips and his dark baggy hoodie pulled up over his head to shield his face, Jeff laid eyes on Adam.

Tall, long-legged, green-eyed beauty with long kinky blond hair Adam. A pretty little boy who looked as bored as Jeff felt with his hands stuffed into his tight blue jean pockets, slouching with his lips, so plump and fuckable, puckered out and his eyes rolled upward toward whatever the fuck. The blonde sighed as strands of his gorgeous golden locks fell down into his pretty face.

He was there with a couple other boys; A shorter short-haired blonde with blue eyes and a spiky-haired blonde with even bluer eyes. Neither of those blondes were as pretty as the tall bored one though and Jeff felt a special surge run through him just looking at him.

Jeff watched them in silence. Spiky and Shorty were disagreeing over something and Spiky wouldn't shut up. Like Jeff cared...

"When are you gonna join us in college, Adam?" Spiky asked.

"When I feel like it." The tall blonde sighed.

"That's a waste. Leave him alone. He threatens to go away and leave me everyday anyway." Shorty replied.

"I should. I should run the fuck away to where you could never find me, you both bore me to death." Adam glanced at Jeff as he walked away, leaving the two others to sigh and follow.

"C'mon, Addy. You don't mean that." Shorty called after.

"Yeah, assclown, you love us too damn much." Spiky added.

"Shut up and pick out your damn juice." Shorty demanded as Spiky stopped and stamped his foot like a two year old.

Jeff wet his lips before turning and walking to the end of the aisle, watching Adam. Continuing to secretly stalk Adam all over the store as if the blonde were prey. Jeff groaned and felt his dick twitch in his pants as Adam bent over to a bottom self to retrieve something, letting his sinister emerald eyes scan up Adam's long legs to that perfectly round bottom of his concealed underneath his pesky jeans. Jeff developed an instant hatred for those damned jeans and the fact that they were hiding Adam's ass from his sight. How good Jeff bet that ass would feel flush up against him as Jeff pounded the fucking shit out of him.

Jeff swallowed and went about his business. Stopping at the bathroom of the small store and hiding in a stall to remove all the price tags and shit from his items. He wasn't aware or not of the store having some kind of alarm system, but he stole from here before and no one seemed interested in him or other shady characters.. Still, Jeff wasn't about to take that chance. He was going out the door as the blonde trio were checking out when he heard Adam lean over and whisper to Spiky.

"Who's that? I think that guy's been following us."

Spiky just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Just some psycho kid that lives in the woods." He glared at Jeff and Jeff snarled.

"Now, shit, Chris. Be nice." Shorty scolded, loading their items onto the counter of the checkout.

Spiky, or Chris, huffed and folded his arms. Jeff ducked his head down and left with his items safely tucked inside his hoodie.

-xx-

Adam sat in the backseat of the car, looking out the window and vaguely watching the trees go by as his two friends that sat up front were arguing over the radio station. Like Adam cared. Really, that's all they did. Argue, fuss, grumble, hump like rabbits, argue more, get pissed at each other, decided they were best friends again and deal with one another till something else made them disagree and the process restarted. Chris, who sat in the passenger seat, was now fumbling with the knob on the stereo and attempting to find something half-ass decent to listen to and Adam's adopted brother Jay, who gripped to the steering wheel tightly with both hands, letting his eyes dart from the road to glare at Chris and back to the road.

"Would you just pick something? The static is killing me." Jay urged.

"Well, maybe you should have just lemme drove and you could've picked the music, Jay-Jay." Chris stuck his tongue out, still leaning down towards the stereo and peering at the buttons in morbid concentration. "Hey?" Chris protested as Jay shoved him back and shoved a CD into slot.

"House rules, Chrissy; Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Jay grinned. Uttering a triumphant, "Ha," when Chris scowled at him.

"You're not Dean Winchester and this damn sure ain't the Impala, Junior."

Jay snorted dryly. "Funny, you're not as much Sammy as I pictured either. Too short and dumpy."

Chris growled and pressed the button to eject the CD back out. "You take that back, Scrawny!"

Jay shoved the CD back in. "Don't touch my music, Softy."

"I'll touch whatever the fuck I want, Skeletor." Chris pushed it back out.

"Hey?" Jay growled and shoved it back in causing the car to swerve and Adam to brace himself against the door before glaring forward at the two idiots in the front. "You're gonna fucking screw up my CD."

Chris collapsed back into his seat and folded his arms, mumbling under his breath and mocking Jay. "Fucking shove the stupid CD for all I care, Monkey Boy."

"Chris." Jay warned through clinched teeth. "I swear to god if you don't shut up Imma stop, shove you out of this car and leave your sorry ass on the side of the road."

"You wouldn't dare. You love me too much." Chris challenged.

"He just loves fucking your ass, Chris." Adam mumbled, back to staring out the window.

"Oh, Adam! When did you get in the car?" Jay smarted, grinning back at the unamused blonde in the rearview.

"Fuck you, Jay. Just take me home." Adam muttered. Both his friends were in college and both of them lived in apartments near the school. They shared a room and rent and all was well. Fuck buddy whenever needed and blah blah blah.

Adam, however, lived in his own little shitty apartment complex, bottom row, about 10 minutes from his friends. Adam usually stayed w/ his friends, but it got a little tiring to listen to them fight and argue constantly. It wouldn't probably matter much anyway, Adam was behind on rent and would soon be getting kicked out and currently he had no job since his last one had to let him go when they went out of business and Adam had been too depressed and disengaged lately to search for a new job. And Adam still repeatedly shot down his friend's requests to attend college and maybe make something of himself.

And as far as fuck buddies? Forget it. Adam hadn't had a 'serious' relationship in awhile and seemed otherwise uninterested in finding a boyfriend. His last relationship went belly-up when he refused to get physical and was just not ready yet to lose his virginity. Even though he knew that was what he got for dating someone older who just didn't want to accept 'I'm not ready yet.. I'm too young..' Chris thought Adam needed to get over it and just go out and get laid so Adam would maybe be a little less crabby and stop acting, as Chris put it, 'like he was on a 24/7 rag'. The best part of this conversation when it often took place was Jay smacking the shit out of Chris and telling him to shut up.

"C'mon, Addy. It's Saturday.. Y'sure you don't wanna grab a change of clothes and go back home with us and stay up all night watching movies?"

"And we can giggle and gossip, munching popcorn and braiding each other's hair and telling ghost stories and it'll be a nice little slumber party." Chris mocked before pretending to gag.

Jay glared over at the disrespectful blonde. "Shut the fuck up, Chris."

"Bite me." Chris purred, leaning over towards Jay and waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Jay made a disgusted face and pushed Chris back over to his side. "No. You have rabies. Get back, Cujo."

Chris huffed and glared at Jason. "You want me."

Jay sighed and looked back at Adam. "Pwease, Addy. It'll be fun. I rented some good stuff."

"He rented porn." Chris added.

"Quiet you!"

Adam sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "Sure. Why not. I guess so." He caved, ignoring the urge to cringe as Jay 'yay'ed and Chris made a gagged noise.

"Well, at least maybe I can braid his hair." Chris snorted.

"Yeah, you like braiding hair, dont'cha, Christina?" Jay smirked.

Chris gasped overdramatically. "Oh, you bitch! I told you NEVER to call me that AGAIN!"

"Hahaha.. Eat me. And, by the way, Christina.." Jay batted his eyes mockingly.

Chris cringed and covered his ears.

"In this relationship," Jay wet his lips and smirked. "You are so my bitch, Bitch."

"Am NOT!" Chris squeaked.

"Are so, Bitcherella Puss."

"Jay.. you are skating on thin ice, Mister." Chris warned, flushing violently.

"Ooh, I'm so terrified of a bitch." Jay pretended to yawn.

Chris huffed and looked out his own window. "Eh, fuck you."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

"Bitch." Jay muttered.

"You're the bitch." Chris muttered back.

Adam groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. This was what he was looking forward to the whole night.

-xx-

Jeff lay in bed, restless. Thoughts of Adam and how good the pretty blonde would look screaming and writhing underneath him running rampant through his head. Jeff had to have him, that part was clear. Adam had to be his.

Sure, Adam was probably older and out of Jeff's league, but Jeff could give a shit. When Jeffrey Nero Hardy saw something he desired, something he wanted, it was to be his or no one else's. Simple.

Jeff tossed back the covers and sighed at the coolness that kissed the bare parts of his skin. He could still picture Adam's lovely hair falling over his face and into his pretty green eyes. He could still picture that tall lanky form bent over with his ass in the air and his legs spread apart, so tempting.. Adam was bored and pretty. With friends who pressured him and he had threatened to run away from. This was what Jeff knew.

The younger Hardy bit his lip, pondering ways to take the blonde away from it all. It was needed. Adam needed to be Jeff's. It was what was right.

Jeff groaned and let his hand slide down into his boxer shorts, gripping tightly to his leaking cock and bringing it out into the open, growling as he started to stroke up and down his throbbing length so hard and fast it was almost painful. Perfect.

He could imagine Adam. Naked. Bent over. Taking Jeff's dick as he plunged in and out of him, the blonde babe screaming and begging so pretty. Jeff could imagine those pretty lips, all bruised and swollen, being forced open and taking Jeff's cock and then those same lips dripping with Jeff's cum. Such a pretty little cumslut Adam would make. All used and wrecked. So nice and tortured.

Jeff gritted his teeth and arched his hips upward, fucking his hand as he fisted himself angrily.

He could see Adam, naked and flushing as Jeff rubbed his cock and forced the blonde to cum. Such a delicious thought if there ever was one.

Jeff groaned, cursing under his breath as he felt climax take over, making him explode and cum hard all over his hand and making a mess, like it mattered to him. Jeff squeeze his dick near the tip, milking the last drop before releasing himself and bringing his hand up to his lips. Jeff sent his tongue out, swirling it around his fingers and licking all of his own juices off the digits before swallowing every last drop down. It wouldn't be long before it was Adam's he'd taste instead. Jeff assured himself of that.


Yeah, maybe I like Psycho Jeff too much, or maybe it's victim Addy I crave. Either way, I don't want this to be sweet and fluffy. I want this to be on the same lines of dark twistedness and angst that 'Captive' was. And that's what it shall be. Give Christian and Jeri muses an inch in a fic, they take a mile! (glares at scene-stealer musi) Jay's line about drivers, music and shotgun passengers shutting their cake hole came from Supernatural :P I love that line, hehe. I dunno if the underage deal on Jeff's behalf much matters. He's younger than Adam here (same as real life) but yet Jeff's gonna be the dominate one. Either way, it doesn't matter. It's just a story. This never did nor never will happen to these people. We are all aware of their ages in real-life and what not. I do love Jedam sweet, and kinky and horny, loving, hating, angry, anyway in the world.. but there's still something sickeningly hott about them when they're kidnapping and raping each other. I dunno... (grins wickedly) And I'm sorry about 'Love Bites', my notes for it got so mixed up and confused and it's taking some time to sort them out. There also may be a couple of fics that I discontinue (like 'No Longer Forbidden'- & 'Angelic' will prolly just end up staying a one shot anyways for example. NONE will ever be deleted). I'm not sure yet. ('Sold' and the like are still safe) & I feel bad everytime I start a new one (cuz I've been incredibly lazy) but I've been wanting to do this one for quite some time now. Sorry.