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I Want What I Want
Damn, just looking at Matt Hardy was enough to make him hard. His dark curls framed his beautiful face as he leaned in to talk to his brother. Everyone else in the locker room wanted Jeff; his piercing green eyes, his svelte little body. Yeah, the little Hardy was walking sex, but he wanted the darker Hardy in a way that he couldn't explain. He had to have him, had to control him, had to possess him.
Matt got that feeling again. Someone was watching him. He casually glanced around the backstage area, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Batista and Orton were waiting to make their entrance through the curtain into the arena. Edge and Christian were making their way back to the locker room, their match having just ended. The Undertaker stood off to the side, head bent, his long hair hiding his face, and he seemed to be in a deep discussion with his brother, Kane. Nobody seemed to be overly interested in Matt as he stood with Jeff, chatting about where they were going to eat after tonight's show, but he couldn't shake the feeling.
"I'm going to change and I'll meet you at the car, Jeffro." Matt turned from his brother and started towards their locker room. He had just entered when someone roughly pushed him from behind. His forehead bounced off the wall and he was momentarily dazed. He grunted as someone twisted his arm up behind his back. "Keep quiet and listen," his attacker said quietly. Matt tried to push back, but winced in pain as his arm was twisted harder and pushed up higher. "Stop fighting or I'll break it." Another hard twist and Matt stilled, pain shooting up his shoulder. He couldn't see who was behind, but ventured to ask, "What do you want?"
The voice behind him chuckled low. Matt felt his neck being nuzzled and panic spiked through him as the voice answered. "I want you."
"Wh-what?"
A hand snaked through Matt's hair, pulled back and slammed his head against the wall again. Matt groaned in pain. He was spun around by his attacker. He struggled to focus his eyes and gasped in surprise when he realized he was face to face with the Undertaker.
"What the hell?" His voice was cut off by the hand that closed around his throat. Both of Matt's hands flew to Taker's, desperately trying to pull it off. Taker just stared calmly at Matt, while squeezing the air from him. Matt's struggles lessened. Taker leaned in and licked along his throat. "You're going to be mine, Hardy." Matt shook his head.
"You say no now, but soon you'll be on your knees begging for me to take you." He sucked at Hardy's neck, even as Matt shook his head no again. Taker slammed Matt's head back again and left him in a crumpled heap.
Matt sat on the floor, gingerly touching the lump forming on the back of his head, and wondered what the hell that was. Had the Undertaker lost his mind? Matt sat another few minutes before realizing that Jeff was still waiting for him. He made up his mind not to tell Jeff about what had just happened because one, he didn't want to worry Jeff and two, he really couldn't believe that it did happen.
Matt sighed as he approached his car. It looked as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. The hood was caved in, the windshield broken, and all four tires were slashed. This was just too much. The first sign of trouble was subtle; all of his luggage had disappeared. Then his hotel room was trashed. The last time, only the tires had been slashed on the car, but this was the last straw. Matt stormed back into the arena. He turned the corner and nearly ran headfirst into Kane. The Big Red Machine stood against the wall, his massive arms folded across his chest. Matt could tell even in the dim light that he was smirking.
"It's only going to get worse," he said shaking his head.
Matt only glared at him. "Fuck you!" He began pacing the hall. "What the hell is his problem? What's he want from me?" Matt roared.
Kane looked back at the younger man and cocked his head to the side. "Everything."
"Why me?" Matt groaned in frustration.
Kane stopped Matt's pacing by grabbing his chin. He turned his face side to side, as if studying him. Matt really was beautiful, so Kane understood why his brother wanted him. "You're pretty," Kane whispered into Matt's ear. Matt smacked his hand away. "Tell Taker to fuck off! I don't want to have anything to do with him!"
Kane laughed, low and menacing. Matt stalked away, but stopped short at Kane's voice. "Funny thing about little brothers. They're always getting themselves into trouble." Matt turned slowly. "My big brother would do anything to protect me."
Matt's eyes narrowed. "Is that some kind of threat against Jeff?"
Kane pushed off the wall. "Call it a warning, but the longer you make him wait, the more you're gonna suffer." Kane turned the corner and walked away.