Title: The Burning
Author: NeroAnne
Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.
Summary: Deep down, they hated each other. Deeper down still, they lusted for each other. All the way down at the bottom…they loved each other. On top of all that, though, they envied each other.
Note: Clearly, I need help.
ZZZZ
-Saturday-
"What do you mean you is not coming?!?"
Jeff closed his eyes, the heavily accented voice of Mr. Kozlov ringing in his ear. "…I'm sorry, sir…My father's grounded me for not passing a math quiz."
There was a disappointed sign from the other end. "It is alright, Jeffrey…I suppose the…Bella Twins could take your place…" there was whining and sniffing, "oh who am I kidding, no one could take your place! You're the Geisha! I am ruined…my rival from Connecticut is here with his own students…he will surely beat me now."
Jeff bit his bottom lip. He opened the door to his room, peeking downstairs.
"I'm off, dad! Torrie needs a ride to the recital!" Matt called.
He was dressed in a silk black shirt, the ends trailing down his front. His dress pants were black also, with a chain connected to his wallet, linked to the side. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He was trimmed nicely…
He looked amazing. As usual.
"Have a good time, son!" Gil called back.
Jeff growled, watching him leave.
"Jeff?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Kozlov. I'll be there." Jeff ended the call and locked the door to his room.
'Geisha…' Jeff thought. He was already pale…but he needed to look convincing…
He picked up the white foundation he had bought and began to put it on.
Red lips, black dyed hair, flat-ironed, eyes shadowed and lined, nails re-polished, gorgeous Geisha dress on, and Japanese umbrella later…Jeff was ready…
"Now, to get out of the house without dad seeing me…" Jeff bit his lip and quickly grabbed his bag of extra clothing. He tossed it out his window, watching it land in the bush.
He slowly stepped out of that window, his sandaled feet on the branch. He made his way down carefully, smiling when he noticed not a hair was out of place.
"…Thanks, mama…" Jeff grabbed his bag and quickly began to his walk to school.
If he walked the whole way there…he would only miss the Connecticut dancers perform and his friends, Eve, Melina, Shannon, and John Hennigan on stage.
He picked up his pace.
{T*B}
Everyone clapped as Lillian Garcia finished her singing.
Matt clapped loudly, ignoring his pouting girlfriend. Hey, the girl could sing magnificently, alright?
He eased back into his seat, watching the art teacher from Connecticut step onto the stage.
He was a well-muscled and handsome blonde man. He wore a suit that fit perfectly against his frame. His brown eyes watched the crowd, before he introduced his dancers.
Matt watched them twist and turn, the tights the men wore causing him to twitch.
It was almost like a rendition of Swan Lake, but it looked so much prettier. You could clearly see the hard work the dancers put into it.
After they performed, Kozlov came up to the mic and introduced the group of Eve Torres, Melina Perez, Shannon Moore and John Hennigan. They did a lot of freestyle moves, all dressed in matching denim. Melina and Eve in skirts, and Shannon and John in tight pants.
They did great…but the dancers from Connecticut had them beat with their beauty and grace…
The lights suddenly went out for a few minutes. Murmurs of confusion whispered by and stupid Adam took the chance to smack Matt on the groin.
"You bitch," Matt gasped, holding onto his dick. "I hate you."
The snickers from his friends died down as a single spotlight was directed onto the stage. A figure stood there, docked out in a colorful Japanese styled dress. A fan was covering the person's face, so they couldn't see who it was.
Soon, a gentle, melodic tune began to play and the person lowered the fan to reveal emerald eyes.
Matt nearly choked on his own breath.
He knew those eyes anywhere…
Jeff tossed the fan up in the air, doing a complete spin before catching it in his hand. Slowly, he fluttered it, waving it down his front in a beautiful manner. He used his body like a river, flowing through the music with such elegance and grace…
His red lips puckered, blowing a kiss to the fan and opening it wider, using it as a baton, swinging and lifting it. His body moved in languid circles, his features at peace and relaxed.
As his lovely dance ended, he did a variation of spins and twirls before finally, falling onto the ground as if he were a feather.
The whole auditorium was silent.
Jeff panted, licking his lips as he stood.
Everyone jumped out of their seats, applauding and cat-calling loudly.
Jeff beamed happily, his eyes sparkling. He was soon surrounded by his friends and teacher.
They each hugged him and Matt watched Kozlov whisper something in Jeff's ear that caused him to smile, tears in his eyes.
'…God…'
{T*B*}
-Bathroom-
Jeff sunk his head into the water, feeling John wash the dye out of his hair. He could feel the temporary dye slide down his neck and cheeks, probably taking his make-up with him.
"You did so good," Jo gushed, rubbing the strawberry shampoo into Jeff's hair. "You made those Connecticut dancers cry."
Jeff giggled, dipping his hair into the water again, letting the bubbles slide down the drain. He watched the black dye swirl down also. He stood straight, taking the towel from John. He rubbed his wet hair, towel-drying it as best he could.
When he ran the brush over it and let it loose to dry, he could see there was still a bit of a black tint to it, but it was only mild. He wet his face, cleaning it up of the entire gunk. Finally fresh and clean, he changed into an over-sized white T-Shirt and some basketball shorts.
He and John headed towards Mr. Kozlov's room, where the teacher from Connecticut was shaking his hand.
"Oh, this is him," Kozlov grabbed Jeff by the shoulder and showed him off to his rival. "This, is Jeff Hardy."
Jeff smiled politely at the older man, "Good Evening."
The man stared back at him, his eyes sweeping over Jeff. "You were magnificent. Truly a vision," he grabbed Jeff's hand, kissing it lightly.
The action stunned Jeff but he continued to smile, "Thank you very much."
Kozlov smirked, "You know this means I win, don't you, Hunter?"
Hunter sighed, "Yes, you did…I would have won…if it weren't for this lovely creature."
Jeff flushed and looked away, a wider smile curving at his mouth. He'd never been admired so much before…
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy!"
Jeff turned, watching his brother stalk towards him. Stupid Torrie was right behind him and behind her, the jocks.
"You are grounded, brat! Wait till dad hears about this, he's going to murder you!" Matt grabbed Jeff's wrist, tearing him away from the men. He frowned up at Kozlov, "No disrespect, sir, but I don't think you realize what you're teaching is doing to my brother. He needs something that will maintain him in the future, not a little school activity." With that said, he dragged an unwilling Jeff towards his car.
Kozlov growled, "I hate that boy."
Hunter watched Jeff go, his face stoic. In his head, though, a plan was forming…
{T*B}
-Home-
"You deliberately disobeyed me!"
Jeff sat Indian-Style on his bed, staring at the ground. His dad was roaring above him, face red, and spit flying.
"You are to comestraight home after school for the next month and you will give me your phone. You will also double-up your chores. Am I clear?"
"Crystal," Jeff whispered. He winced as his father took his cell phone from his nightstand and left the room. Sighing softly, Jeff lied down on the bed, bringing his stuffed bear into his arms.
It was one of the only bears he'd ever gotten as a child. Their family was never poor…but they were a long way from rich. The brown, patchwork bear had been Jeff's closest friend since his mom passed…
He twitched in irritation, hearing Torrie's ridiculously loud moaning from Matt's bedroom.
'…Must be so nice…to hold someone when you're lonely…' Jeff hugged the bear closer before bringing it up to his face, eyes slipping closed, but not falling asleep.
He thought about how he was going to break the news to Kozlov and his dance group…how he wouldn't be able to rehearse after school…for a month.
Matt never got punished. Oh, no. Matt was the good boy. With acceptance to five different schools already. With a blonde girlfriend who was currently screaming out his name.
Ugh…
Jeff stood, walking towards the stairs. He made his way to the kitchen, opening up the fridge. He took out his carton of pomegranate juice and grabbed a glass from the sink. He filled it to the top and sat down, staring down at the murky red liquid.
He cupped his face in his hands, tears slipping down his wrists.
All he wanted to do was dance…it was his passion besides art…but missing all those rehearses would push him way back…and he'd have to quit.
He heard Matt's door open and he quickly brushed off his tears, picking up his glass of juice and bringing it up to his mouth.
He watched Matt come downstairs dressed only in a pair or low-riding sweatpants. The older brother jumped when he saw Jeff. "Shit, you scared me, brat."
"Take your face outta Torrie's infected pussy long enough and you might a seen me," Jeff sneered darkly, eyes on his drink.
Matt's eyebrows shot up, "Me-Ow, brat. What's got you all bitchy?"
Fuck. You.
Jeff glared at him and put his empty glass in the sink, rushing upstairs.
{T*B}
-Sunday-
"Stop being so gentle with me…I'm not a woman…"
"Is that what they told you?" those thrusts got harder, driving a large cock deep into the warm hole.
He gasped loudly, feeling the thick head of that cock stab at his prostate, "Aaah…" he gripped the tan shoulders, his pale fingers digging into the skin. His knees were pushed up against his chest, locked together.
"Oh, you're definitely a woman. Torrie took it better than this. Look at you…you're crying,"
Tears overflowed from green eyes. "Shut up and go harder. I can barely fucking feel it." He let out a shrill streak as the large cock was ripped out of his hole. He grunted as he was turned onto his hands and knees, his palms gripping the sheets beneath him. The thick cock shoved back into him and he choked on his own saliva as the course hairs at the base ticked his pucker. '
"How about now, brat? Can you feel it now?"
Jeff gasped, arching up off his bed. He sat up, running a hand through his hair as he thought of his dream. He groaned, feeling the cold sweat slide down his tummy and into his…well, Matt's basketball shorts. He could also feel the sticky remnants of his cum.
He grabbed his face in his hands and sighed before forcing himself up, towards the bathroom. Dad and Lindsay were probably out shopping…meaning he had to spend the day with…
"Oh fuck, fuck, Matt!"
…Torrie and motherfucking Matt.
{T*B}
"Shit…" Matt pulled out, watching his cum slide out of Torrie's cunt.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"One time without a condom won't kill us, babe," Torrie said tiredly.
…Shut the fuck up.
"Whatever. You're on the pill anyway, aren't ya?"
Torrie nodded, rubbing her eye with her fist. "Hmm…hungry…"
"Let's go downstairs," Matt tossed her one of his shirts and pulled on a pair of faded jeans.
As they walked downstairs to the kitchen, Torrie went over to the coffee maker and glanced up out the window. "…What the hell is your brother doing?"
Matt walked over, staring out the window.
Jeff was cutting the lawn with a weed whacker. Only the brat was dancing as he did it, a huge grin on his face and his Discman on, probably blaring out Pearl Jam.
"…His chores." Matt answered shortly. He ran his tongue over his full lips, watching the sweat and grim slide down Jeff's white skin; the lanky and thin frame gave way to a girlish torso and even girlier hips. He was wearing a pair of shorts cut off right at the damn thighs, his long legs exposed to the sun that would never bronze them.
"…I…didn't know he shaved," Torrie said.
Matt's eyes moved down the hairless body of his brother. Quite literally, the only place Jeff had hair was on his head, eyebrows and lashes. He smirked. 'He probably shaved his balls, also.' His eyes looked lower.
…Whoa! What the fuck?!
Matt's eyes did a double take, staring at the belly ring in his brother's belly button. The barbell glistened in the sun. It looked real good on him…and so did the dragon on his calf…
"Oh my fuck," Matt said, grinning, "That little shit actually pulled through with the dare!"
Torrie snorted, "Ewe where'd that come from?"
"When I was fourteen and Jeff was eleven, I dared him to get a tattoo…cuz that would just kill dad. He didn't want to, so I ended up calling him a pussy." Matt explained to his girlfriend. His smile slipped from his face, "…I can't believe he didn't tell me…"
The black dragon on his brother's skin looked amazing…the dark contrasting perfectly with this milky skin. Its eye was red, and the claws were well-defined.
Torrie raised a brow. "Tattoo? I was talking about that fake anklet…"
"What?" Matt's eyes moved down to his brother's slim ankle.
The thin, silver chain dangled from Jeff's ankle, the small charms around it gliding as the blonde haired boy walked.
Matt felt his shoulders sag.
'He still wears his…'
Matt closed his eyes, his forehead against the window.
-Years Ago, Matt's ninth birthday-
"They're brother bracelets," Jeff said shyly, his head ducked. "I saved up my allowance and bought them. They have our names, see!"
Matt smiled at his excitement and turned the little heart charm on the bracelet over. His eyes read over his name, with the words, "Big Brother" above it.
Jeff had his clasped around his ankle, seeing as it kept slipping off of his wrist.
They were actually really cheap little things. Not even real gold. Just some fake jewelry dipped in silver paint. Little charms dangling from the sides. Hearts, Stars, Teddy Bears, Tiny cars…
"It's great, Jeffro," Matt said warmly, smiling down at six-year old. It was, also. He loved it. Jeff had only started getting an allowance when he was five, and it was only a dollar the he was receiving each three days and he had saved it up a whole year to buy him something.
"You'll wear it…won't you?"
"Always."
-Three years later; Two months after Ruby's death-
"Stop being such a baby! Go to your own room!" Matt shoved Jeff off his bed with his foot, rolling his eyes as Jeff whined.
"But Matt…I'm scared…"
"I don't care! I have a test tomorrow and I need sleep, brat!" He pointed a menacing finger to the door.
Jeff's eyes zeroed in on his wrist. "…Where's your brother bracelet?"
Matt blinked and looked down at his wrist. The silver bracelet was gone…
"I don't know, maybe it fell off. About time, too. All my friends were calling me a fag for wearing it."
Jeff's eyes watered. "…" he turned and slipped out of Matt's room.
Matt groaned and slammed his face into his pillow. Angry tears slipped onto the soft cushion.
'Oh, Mum…'
-Present-
Matt was snapped out of his memories as Jeff entered the house, his sweaty hair sticking to his neck and face. He completely ignored them and walked towards the sink, filling a tall glass with tap water.
"…Did you finish your chores?" Matt asked, watching Jeff swallow down the water.
Jeff didn't answer him. Instead, he put his headphones over his ears and headed back outside, jumping onto his motor bike. He roared it up and began to do his usual little jumps and flips over the property.
Matt watched him, eyes narrowed.
Fuck that little brat and all his talent.
He had only gotten that damn bike a month ago and yet he rode on it as if he's been doing it for four years. Anything you asked that brat to do, he'll do it…and he'll do it right also. Art, Dance, Poetry, Motocross, Baseball…
Matt crossed his arms, watching Torrie watch Jeff. Her bright blue eyes were wide as she stared at the teen in awe.
Ch.
'What's so great about doing flips and turns on a bike anyway? How's that gonna help him in life any? It'll probably end up killing him.'
Matt grunted.
He was jealous, and he knew it.
{T*B}
I LOVE YOU TOO, SAM.
Here's how it goes…
Jeff is jealous of Matt because all the teachers love him, he gets amazing grades, he's popular and because their father favors him. Matt is jealous of Jeff because Jeff's talented, kind, delicate and free.
Makes for pretty nice fiction.
XD.
Oh, right, het couples:
TorriexMatt (…for now…)
MarysexEdge (Hey, that one rocks.)
StacyxRandy (…Mah…)
EvexCena (XD!!!)
Slash couples:
ShannonxJoMo
Codiase
Phil BrooksxEvan Bourne. (In due time.)
??? xJeff. (Haha, that one is pretty funny…)