When we were young, all of us were probably bullied at one time or another. It wasn't our fault, but it still hurt.
We tried not to tell our parents, ashamed and threatened by the bullies that harmed us. All we wanted back then was revenge for those who hurt us. We just wanted to make sure that we were never harmed again.
Years pass, and sometimes the pain never goes away. Sometimes, victims are bullied so far that they die...
Why is it so hard to tell the truth? Why is it so easy to keep it quiet?
And why is it so difficult just to be free?
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Mirror Mirror
by Green Phantom Queen
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Chapter 2-Tell Me Where it Hurts
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"Tell me where it hurts, and to hell with everybody else. All I care about is you, and that's the truth." Tell Me Where It Hurts, Garbage
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Monday Night RAW the day after Armageddon was a little more calm. But for some of the wrestlers, it was still hell.
Paul was panting for breath as he got punched in the jaw by Randy Orton. Due to their 'behavior', he and Brian were forced to be in a 3-on-2 handicap match against Randy Orton and the Legacy.
Naturally, it wasn't surprising that Paul was put into an RKO. And naturally, it wasn't all that surprising when after Randy Orton's entrance theme started to blare that Rhodes and DiBiase began to attack the two hooligans.
Brian whimpered as he crawled into the ring, trying to get his friend up. He turned around and saw Randy's demonic grin as the Legend Killer's boot soon connected with Brian's skull, sending him unconscious. All around the arena were boos, jeers and chants of "You Suck!" that were being thrown at the Legacy.
Suddenly Batista and John Cena soon rushed into the ring, both of them pummeling the living daylights of the Legacy while the audience cheered them on...
But no one seemed to care for poor London and Kendrick as they slowly made their way into the backstage locker room.
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"So," said Jericho as Paul and Brian slowly trudged their way into the locker room. "Do you still want to believe the words of your teacher, Shawn Michaels? Because apparently, what he says and what he teaches are two different things."
"Shut up, Chris." Paul muttered under his breath as the tag team passed him. Ever since the whole Jericho/Michaels feud started, everyone backstage had been giving them a hard time. Adam's words from last night just made it worse; for once, the only thing that they wanted was to stop with the whole 'Shawn Michaels hypocrisy theory'. Seriously, why were they being attacked? Even Vickie Guerrero on Smackdown would not give them peace.
Brian opened the door to their locker room as the two entered. Closing it shut he replied, "I've had it. Why can't we ever have a break?"
"Because Vickie took over Teddy Long's station." Paul muttered, removing his white Hooligan vest and gloves. "I just wish for some release...some freedom...just to get away from it all..."
"Don't cry, baby." said Brian, tossing his black vest and gloves onto the ground. The clothes were two puddles on the ground as Brian wrapped his arms around his best friend and lover. "Things will work out for the best, I promise."
Paul stared into Brian's eyes that sparkled like an ocean view. The Latino then pressed his lips against his partner's as the two shared a soft gentle kiss. Away from the rumors, the gossip, the insults...as long as the two were together nothing could separate them.
A tear fell from Paul's eye. "I'm scared," He whispered. Brian only replied by nodding his head as he wrapped a finger around his partner's black hair. A trail of soft kisses trailed down the white hooligan's neck while a hand gently stroked the coffee stained back.
"I know you are." Brian replied as he grabbed Paul's hand. "It's not about how scary it is to be together, but what Shawn has to say...and what everyone else will think if they found us."
"Oh really? Then you don't mind if I watch?" Brian and Paul turned their heads and nearly screamed when they saw Edge staring at them. The door was shut, but the pair of silk black boxers, the black jacket fastened with silver pieces glinting in the light, and the grey eyes staring at them scared them shitless.
"A-Adam," Brian whimpered. "Oh my god...please...."
"Please what?" Edge smirked as he walked toward them. "What do you want me to do?"
"Don't tell." Paul added, gripping onto Brian's hand. "W-we'll do anything you ask, so please don't tell anyone."
"Anything?" Paul and Brian could only nod, hiding their tears from him. Edge just smirked as he removed his jacket and wrestling boots until the only thing he was wearing was his silk boxers.
"Then answer me this one question?" Paul and Brian stared at Edge who was kneeling at them. "Who's usually the bottom?"
There was silence for a couple of seconds as the two processed the information...Brian immediately collapsed onto the ground while Edge smirked.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I joined you both, right?" Edge continued. Neither of the two could say anything as Edge immediately pulled Brian close to him and kissed him on the lips.
"W-what..." Brian tried to say but the kiss felt good. It tasted like honeysuckle and vanilla, and the aroma started to swirl around his head. He closed his eyes, trying to picture the taste and aroma better while Edge placed a trail of kisses down his neck.
Paul could only stare in awe at how tempted Brian looked...his brown eyes started to develop a grey film as he started to stroke his friend's hair. With his other hands, he soon stripped himself of his pants and boxers, until he was completely naked.
"God..." Brian whimpered as Edge released the kiss. Edge smirked as Brian was soon pulled to the bench, his stomach on top of the wood.
"Are you ready?" Brian and Paul nodded their eyes soon being conquered by a grey coloring. Edge smirked as he stripped himself of his boxers, grabbing the base of his dick he then plunged it into Brian's mouth.
Paul stroked Brian's erection while he stroked his own. Brian let out a guttural moan—or at least tried to because of Edge's dick inside his mouth—which caused him to gag a bit. A small whimper came from his mouth once more as his tongue swirled against the erection and his eyes rolled from the back of his head from Paul's ministrations below.
"Now release," Edge commanded as Brian and Paul's cum spilled all over the floor, both of them panting for breath. Edge soon followed, his own cum smearing all over Brian's pretty face. He could only smirk as Brian swallowed the last of the cum that was still in his mouth. The doppleganger purred a bit as he saw the two completely naked and filled with pleasure. He then turned Brian around so his back was in contact with the wooden bench.
Staring at Paul, that devil-like smile was still plastered on his face.
"Stretch him," He commanded as Paul dragged two fingers amongst the puddle of cum. Once there was enough lubricant, the digits were plunged into Brian's entrance and a small cry rose into the room. Brian mewled out how good the pleasure was as he begged Paul to stretch him more. Paul only nodded his head as he added a third finger, and all three of them soon reached Brian's prostate.
"Ahhh..." Brian gasped out as stars started to blind him. A wave of pleasure soon crashed into him as the fingers were removed. He tried to sit up and beg Paul for more, but Edge stopped him, grabbing his hands into the air.
"You'll have your fun soon enough." said Edge bringing out a pair of handcuffs. A 'click' soon came in as Brian's wrists soon were bound together and there was no way to get the cuffs off of him. Edge then walked to where Paul was, nodding his head in approval as the Latino soon thrusted himself into his partner.
"Yes..." Brian moaned in pleasure. "That feels so good...." Paul smiled a bit as he pulled himself out then roughly pushed himself back in. Edge brought out his own lubricated dick and soon stuffed the black hooligan's entrance to the brim.
"Calm down, Brian." Edge murmured. "We'll take it nice and slow." Brian felt the two slowly moving in and out as tears fell down from his eyes.
"Stop..." He whined. "It hurts..." Edge just smirked as he pushed deeper and Brian's back arched in reply. Stars replaced the view of the locker room as his prostate was hit again and again.
"Faster..." Brian croaked out. "Harder..."
London replied by roughly shoving his dick into the prostrate once more; this act was more than enough for Brian to cry out his release, his cum smearing all over Paul and Edge.
Edge could only smirk as he and Paul removed themselves from Brian's entrance. Bringing the key to the handcuffs, the item trapping Brian's hands soon fell to the floor with a clunk. Both Hooligans held each other in a soft embrace, licking off the cum that was on each other like kittens slurping up milk. They were so adorable, a delicious sight to behold.
"I overheard that you wanted to be free, am I correct?" Paul and Brian slowly turned their heads to the clone of Adam. They slowly nodded their heads.
"I can give you that freedom. I can give you that release." The looks on both wrestlers' faces widened in surprise. "Yes, I can give you what you want...but only if you serve me."
"We'll serve you," Brian murmured, his blue eyes being dominated by grey. "We want freedom...release...to be strong..."
"We're always picked on." Paul continued, feeling himself opening up to the doppleganger. "They never leave us alone; we always try to be kind and considerate, but we're hurt inside."
"I will replace that hurt with pleasure." said Edge, giving a kiss to both Paul and Brian on the cheek. "And as long as I have you two, no one can hurt you again."
Paul and Brian could only smile at that...although it wasn't their usual happy-go-lucky smiles.
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The Legacy was already toasting in victory at their hotel room. Beating the snot out of London and Kendrick definitely secured them as a force to be reckoned with. Plus getting the upper hand on both Batista and Cena made them well on their way to being more than what they were right now.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I got it," said Cody as he opened the door. He nearly screamed when he saw Edge, Paul and Brian staring at them. Instead of their original black and white wrestling gear, both London and Kendrick were now dressed in black and white tunics respectively, and both had a silver cross emblemed on their foreheads. Edge was wearing a white blouse and black pants, a similar outfit that was worn by both Christian and Gangrel during their Brood days.
"What the hell, Adam?!" Randy yelled out seeing three standing there. "What are you doing here?!"
Edge just smirked at them while similar smiles crept upon the lips of both Paul and Brian.
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Adam was asleep; the little thing with Edge that morning only dealt with Edge helping him with his busy schedule with RAW, the house shows and Smackdown. He was sort of glad that Edge agreed to help him on that—plus it'll give him some time alone without Vickie and the rest of La Familia.
As Adam snored away, his cellphone started to vibrate.
