This is my first slash fic. So be kind. lol.
Rating: M. Rape, sex situation(maybe) etc involve which also my first attempt on it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertaker & Jeff hardy or any other wrestlers.
He looked around the bar, not quite sure why exactly he's here. Maybe he's so mad that he needed a drink after he's confrontation with his brother. But out of all the bar, he came here. A bar that is located somewhere in the forest. He had walked mindlessly after the arguement that he had with his brother, which he doesn't remember about what.
He walked cautiously to the bartender and ordered a drink. He sat down on the stool while waiting for his drink. He looked around the bar again, seeing the other commuters staring at him. He gulped, knowing why exactly they're giving him odd looks. You see, this bar belongs to the bikers. They all are bikers; wearing vests, bandana, fingerless gloves, drinking Jack Daniels whereas he wears baggy jeans, and a t-shirt, drinking a beer.
As he looked around, his eyes stopped at this particular biker. This biker is staring at him like a hawk which makes him shivered slightly. The sound of thud break his eye-contact.
"Here you go," the bartender said, placing the beer infront of him.
He nodded his thanks before taking a sip. As he enjoying his beer, he felt someone standing behind him. He looked behind and let out a small gasp. It's the biker that stares him as if he's some kind of meat. Behind the biker, stood a couple of other bikers.
The biker looked at him from head to toe. Nodding his satisfaction at what he seeing, he grab a handful of the victim colorful hair and took a sniff. The biker groaned, feeling his erection come to live. He nodded at the bikers behind him. And soon, the others take a hold of the victim and brought him to the only room at the back of the bar.
All this while, he (the victim) tries to run away. Struggling with all his strength, trying to break free from their grasp. He landed with a thud as they pushed him inside the room. His eyes widened when this same particular biker pinned him on the ground, holding both of his hands and place it above his head. He struggle to get this biker of off him but that only cause the biker erection grew more alive.
The biker leaned forward and kissed the victim's neck. He covered the victim's mouth with his other free hand to muffle the screams that the victim's had started. Even doing that, the victim's still scream with all his might which cause the biker to backhand the day lights out of the victim. Blood starts to appear on the bottom lip of the victim's. The biker leaned forward and licked the blood off, groaning in pleasure. The biker took a hold of the end of the victim's shirt and pushed it above. The biker grinned seeing the victim's slender body. He began kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. The biker let go of the victim's hand and started to unlock the button of the jeans and unzipped it. The biker push the jeans further down so that the victim's boxer being exposed. He quickly pushed the boxer down before working on his own jeans. Once everything's undone, he didn't wait any moment to insert his raging hard on inside the victim.
He began moving inside him hard and fast, not caring if he's hurting the victim. He covered the victim's mouth to muffle the screams he's making. What seem like hours of satisfaction, the biker finally pulled out. He was gasping for air, grinning at the victim who's face now full of tears. He stood and left the room, leaving the poor boy alone.
The victim slowly sat up after the biker left, adjusting his clothes. He let tears fall out of his eyes as he looked around the small, dark and dirty room. He spoted a vest that belong to the biker beside him. The vest says Deadman Inc. with a name below it, Harry. He have heard of the group name Deadman Inc. None of them were a good stories.
He stood up and ran to the door, trying to open it. It's locked from the outside. He cursed and punched the door, leaning his back on it, slowly sinking down on the floor, sobbing silently. He looked around the room, searching for any escape route. His eyes finally landed on the window with no grid. He walked slowly towards it, and noticed that the window isn't lock. He used all of his strength to push the window all the way up. Once that done, he quickly jumped out of the room through the window, landing with a thud.
He let a breath of relief though that lasted for only a few minutes. He heard yelling from the room, and he looked behind. His eyes widened when he saw the biker leaning over the window trying to get out.
"Get him!" The biker shouted towards his friends, desperately trying to get out.
The victim quickly ran wildly towards the woods. He could hear footsteps behind him and that only makes him ran faster than he ever had in his life. He continued to run eventhough some of the branches had managed to cut his face and arm. He didn't hear any footsteps anymore but that didn't make him stop. He looked behind while still running which is a mistake, as he was knocked down by something.
He rubbed the back of his neck, groaning slightly at the pain. While doing so, a hand was held. He looked from the hand to the owner if it. He stood 7 feet tall, arms full of tattoos, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. The victim gulped before taking it slowly, letting the big man pull him up.
"You okay?" The man asked as he examined the boy before him.
The victim nodded his head slowly, gulping. He looked behind when he heard footsteps. He gasped when the bikers were running at his direction.
The man looked behind the boy, frowning when he saw the bikers ran towards him. He took the boy hand and began running away from them. They ran straight until they saw an old house. The man pulled the boy with him towards the house, leaning on the wall to catch their breath. They looked on as the other bikers ran straight pass the house. The man looked beside him, seeing the boy trying to regain his breath. "You okay?" he asked again.
The boy nodded his head shyly.
"You know them?" the man asked regarding the bikers.
The boy shakes his head slowly.
Not much of a talker, the man thought. "What's your name?"
The boy looked up at him, wondering if he should tell his name. "Jeff," he whispered finally.
"Name's Mark. You should go home, it's late. I'll give you a lift." he offered. Seeing the hesistation on his eyes, he said, "I won't do anything to you. But... you can go home alone if you want to. Ain't gonna force you."
Jeff stare at him for a minute before nodding slowly. Somehow, he feel as if he could trust this guy and also, he doesn't want to run in with the bikers again. Jeff were about to went out of the house when Mark blocked him with his hand.
"Wait. I'll check if they're still out there," he said, going outside looking from right to left. Seeing the coast is clear, he gave Jeff an 'okay' sign. Soon, both were walking side by side, heading towards Mark's bike. "I hope you don't mind, we're taking a bike."
Jeff just nodded his head shyly. He kept on stealing glances on the man beside him. Sure, he's big and tall but somehow Jeff felt safe with him. He's not as intimidating as the biker earlier on. He shivered at that thought.
Mark saw him shivered and asked, "Are you cold?"
Jeff shakes his head.
Mark sighed softly, "You don't like to talk huh?"
Jeff blushed, not answering his question. He doesn't know why he felt shy around this man. The man he only met just a few minutes ago.
Mark saddled his harley with ease when they arrived, looking at Jeff, waiting for him to do the same. When he finally did, Mark asked for directions which Jeff gave as he ride along. The journey lasted 20 minutes as Mark pulled up at the front of the apartment. He followed Jeff, waiting for the elevator silently. They went in when the elevator door opened. They were quiet all this while except stealing glances from each other. When the elevator door finally opened, Jeff stepped out and started walking straight to his apartment door with Mark following behind.
Jeff stopped at the front door of his apartment, looking at Mark, wondering if Mark wanted to come in or not. He bit his lower lip, feeling nervous suddenly. He doesn't know Mark even if he haven't does anything stupid yet but Jeff can't risk it.
As if sensing his nervous, Mark said, "Well this is it. You might wanna take a look at the scratches on your face." He uses his thumb to trace one of the scratches on Jeff face gently.
Jeff stares at him, loving the warm feeling from his gentleness. He somewhat felt disappointed when Mark stopped.
"I better go, and you better tend those scratches. 'Night." He smiled slightly before leaving.
Jeff watched him go, sighing happily as he opened the door to his apartment. He walked in, closing the door behind him and locking it. He shook his head seeing the mess that he and his brother had made when they had their confrontation. He's too lazy to clean up, so instead he walked in his bedroom and dropped down on the bed. He smiled widely thinking about the big man, Mark. He hope they'll meet sometime soon. He sighed heavily when he realized that the big man didn't give his phone number. He sighed once again before dozing off, dreaming about the man named Mark.
Mark walked into the bar, immediately ordered Jack Daniels. His mind keep on reminding him of Jeff. The shy, rainbow-haired kid. He smiled slightly thinking of his shyness and the glances that Jeff made when he thought Mark didn't see it. His thoughts were interrupted when a hand clamped on his shoulder.
"Hey buddy." a gruff, deep voice sounded beside him.
"Hey Harry," Mark replied, looking at his old time friend. Harry is the same size as Mark is except Mark is full of muscles while Harry is full of fats. Hairy beard along his jaw, tattoos on his neck and arms, wearing a bandana that tied his long thick black-gray hair, black jeans, a vest with a black t-shirt underneath it and also the fingerless gloves.
"You're late," Harry said. He stood up, taking his Jack Daniels with him and motioned for Mark to follow him. "Come on."
Mark stood up and followed him, bringing his own Jack Daniels along. They went inside the only small room back at the back of the bar. Smokes and liquor smell assaulted him as he walked in. The other bikers were smoking and drinking, laughing at their own joke that they only could understand. He took a seat on a chair while drinking his Jack Daniels.
Terry, a friend of his tossed him a black vest, with red letters saying Deadman Inc. at the back of the vest and Mark at the bottom of it. "Found it at the woods just now."
Mark caught it and put it on. The vest must have fallen from his shoulder when that kid Jeff knocked on him. "Thanks,"
"No problem. You're late though. Harry found a hot little thing to play with just now." Terry said smirking.
"Yeah man. Those body, those rainbow-haired colour could turn me on easily. But man was he tight." Harry said, feeling his own erection building at the mere thought of that kid.
"Too bad though we didn't had a go with him," Jordan said, taking a sip from his beer.
"Yeah, that little bitch ran away with some dude. But I promised you that I'll find him and when I get my hands on him, he's not going to be able to walk for a very LONG time and when I find that dude who ran with him, I'll hurt him, REAL bad," Harry said harshly.
Mark drank his own Jack Daniels, eyes narrowed. So it's Jeff that they had chosen to play with tonight. And to think Harry wanna have a go once again, makes his blood boilt. He's not gonna let that happened. Not ever. He felt the need to protect this kid. And he vowed that he will take care of this kid and also not to let Jeff knows that he is part of this group.
The Deadman Inc. did this often. Chose a person and starts to play rough with them until they're satisfied. And they'll let the victim go probably after 2-3 days or even until they get bored. This is what the Deadman Inc. represents. And why Mark is here, is simple. He doesn't have a decent childhood. His parents kept on arguing late at nights and Mark just wanted a peaceful night. The first time he stepped foot in this bar is also the first time he's an official member of the group. And Mark had done everything Harry and other bikers do. Had sex with the unwilling ones before letting them go. This is a job. An inappropriate and cruel job that easy to earn money.
Mark sighed. He needed to keep Jeff away from them. He knows that whenever Harry had a target, he's going to achieve it no matter what.