(This chapter is a SLIGHTLY SLASHY story. There is a mention of a dirty request. I give you fair warning)

Fic title: When You're Evil
Song: When You're Evil- Voltaire
Characters: Eric Bischoff, Jeff Jarrett
Mentions of: Raven
Rated: T for language and a dirty request
Disc: Not my men or song, I don't make any claims on anyone's sexuality. It's all for fun
Summary: Bischoff torments his bitch, double J Jeff Jarrett. I highly suggest you listen to the song. It makes the fic funnier.
Genre: General

Special dedication: This story is for SimplyCath. She pretty much came up with the idea for the one segment. Her Eric Bischoff is Satan himself, and I absolutely love it. So, this one's to you Cath! I hope you enjoy it!

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Jeff Jarrett stared at the lockers in front of him. Each one was polished, clean, and so orderly. His reflection distorted in length and size shone in the smooth surface. He removed the blue rubber gloves from his hands dumping them on the tile floor as he uttered a slow, even sigh. "Done." He gave another yawn, stretching out his arms as he got to his feet. He reached down picking up the bucket of dirty sudsy water to carry over to the sink.

He tipped the bucket in, watching all the dirty water run out and spiral down the drain. He tossed the bucket aside, feeling himself smile a little more when he turned around to see the glittering surfaces of the bathroom shining back at him. "Fucking done."

The door to the bathroom swung open, banging loudly on the locker room doors. Eric poked his head in, adjusting his hat. He let out a low, impressed whistle. "Well I'll be! Isn't that nice? You can see my handsome self in pretty much every surface in this room."

"Great, now can I go?"Jeff said as he crossed his arms across his face. His lips twitched in annoyance. "Or do ya have some other stupid task for me to do tonight."

"Oh Jeff Jeff, Jeff! Would I make you do more things to ruin your night? Of course I would! Bring that guitar of yours with you."

Jeff sucked in a deep breath, letting it out of his nose in a slow even pace. "Fine." He grumbled. "Exactly where are we goin'?"

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"I'll have another glass of wine please." Eric told the waiter. "Don't hold back on it either. I want the most expensive bottle."

The spindly waiter nodded, looking over at Jeff from the end of his nose. "And what about the gentleman with the guitar?"

Eric waved his hand. "Oh, none for him I'm afraid. He's just 'the help'." He gave the waiter a knowing nod, looking to Jarrett. "I brought you here to provide dinner music for me while eat one of the world's best steaks. Do you like steaks, Double J?"

Jeff's stomach growled as a large steak on a plate went right by him. It looked so good, so thick and juicy he couldn't help but lick his lips. "Yeah… It's one of my favorites…"

"Then you'd probably like what I'm having. It's a big, thick T-bone steak seasoned expertly and then grilled to pure perfection. There's nothing like a big steak and a glass of wine is there, JJ?"

Jarrett's mind screamed at him to stop and not give more for Eric to torture him with, but as more and more mentions of juicy steak made his stomach growl even louder. "Nah, nothin' better." He murmured.

Eric stared at him for a moment with a big smile on his face. "You're damn right, JJ." He turned his attention on the big steak plopped down in front of him by the waiter. The steak was as thick and juicy as Eric described, looking delectable on the plate. "Mm. Nothing like a steak." He smirked and began to cut through the meat. He brought a piece up to his mouth and moaned. "Oh, it melts in your mouth. Just like butter."

Jeff's mouth felt parched. "Really...? That's just how I like it."

"Yeah, I really wish I could share it with ya but this is my steak. Just like this glass of wine here is my wine… And you're my entertainment, so why don't you start entertaining? Maybe I'll give you a dinner roll if it's good enough."

Jeff bit his lip as he forced down a moan. His stomach growled again, making its presence known once more. He shut his eyes trying to find the will to concentrate long enough to play the guitar. He only wants me to break down and beg, but I won't. Jeff Jarrett is too damn proud for that. He schooled himself to keep a serious expression as he strummed on his guitar. "Spend my day working hard on the go- But the hands on the clock keep spinning too slow. Cause I can't wait to be alone with my baby tonight. You know my baby's got me wrapped around her little old finger, cause she knows that I'd walk through hell and back just to be with her. Oh I can't wait to be alone with my baby tonight." He had to take a moment to pause, transfixed by the way Eric slowly, and teasingly slid the knife through the meat, bringing the piece up to savor every last bit of flavor.

"Well, continue. That roll you might get keeps getting smaller." Eric made a gesture with his hand for him to keep going.

Jeff swallowed hard. "Turn the lights off bar the doors, and we'll leave all the worries of the world behind. Hold me in your arms never let me go. Baby it's true - I got a one track mind, but it's hard to concentrate around a steak like that."

Eric chuckled. "Oh JJ. Gotta love you for that one track mind of yours. Do you want a piece of steak, JJ? Are you hungry from all that cleaning and hollering you call singing?"

Jeff's eyes went to the piece of steak Eric was cutting. "Yeah…" He rasped leaning on the table for support. His legs shivered and shook, the hunger sweeping over his form. "Just a little piece. That's all I need!"

"You mean this piece?" Eric held up the fork, watching as Jeff nearly salivated in front of him. "I do have to admit, it's a nice piece of meat. Cooked just right, nice and tender… Cut from the middle of the steak. You can't beat that now can you?"

"Eric… please… I'm really hungry." He reached out to grab the fork.

Eric brought the piece up to his lips, licking at it briefly. "Here you go."

Jeff took the fork with a look of disdain on his face. "But you licked it!"

"Uh huh. I'm not sick. It's either that piece of nothing."

Jeff sighed and without a second thought shoved the piece of meat into his mouth. He chewed happily, swallowing it down. "Mmm. That's good. Very good."

"Isn't it though? Why don't you take a seat? You've been on your feet all day; I bet you could use a chance to sit down. Wine?"

Jarrett nodded dumbly glad to finally be able to sit down; especially on a soft plush chair. "Mmm, yeah. I'll take some." He grabbed the glass by the neck, drinking down the dark red liquid down.

"Have you any idea of what would make this steak better, JJ?"

Jeff tilted his head to the side. "No… what?" He asked with a slow frown forming on his face. "It seemed pretty damn fine to me just on its own."

"A good old fashioned BJ, JJ. That's what would be really great right now. Do a good job, I'll let you have the rest of the steak."

Jeff shot up out of the chair, knocking the piece of furniture over. "Absolutely not! No way! No how! I'm outta here!" He grabbed the neck of the guitar storming right out of the restaurant. Eric shrugged his shoulder, cutting another piece of steak for himself. He chewed on the meat, checking the time on his watch idly. Soon enough, Jeff came back in dragging his feet and the guitar behind him. "I forgot you were my ride." He muttered sheepishly as he put the chair back on its feet. He rested his guitar against the table, getting ready to flop down in the chair to rest his aching feet. .

"Don't even think about sitting down, Jarrett. You're the entertainment. Get back to singing. You had your chance to have steak with me and you missed it."

Jeff's expression fell. "Yes, Eric. " He muttered grabbing up his guitar again.

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Finally the day had come. The one day of the week that made all of the constant torment mildly worth it: pay day. He kicked the door open to Eric's office. "Well Bischoff, here I am. I've come for my paycheck! I can't even to begin to tell ya the plans I got for this money." Visions of a delicious steak danced in front of his eyes; it had been on his mind since Eric enticed him with it the other day. He put his hands on Eric's desk, waiting eagerly for his money.

"Oh. Hey JJ." Eric sighed leaning back in the chair. "It is pay day, isn't it?" He said putting his hands behind his head. "Do you like what I've done with the office?"

Jeff looked around briefly. Nothing really stuck out as being different except for the young woman with the enormous rack hanging off the back of Eric's chair. "Ya did somethin'? It looks the same to me."

"Puh-lease." Eric motioned to the woman behind him. "How could you not notice my new desk attachment?"

"Oh uh, yeah. I see her." He frowned. "Eric, can I please get my check? I got things I wanna do and those don't include talkin' to you about your interior decorating taste."

Eric sucked in a breath, making a tsk tsk noise. "Oh JJ, I'm afraid I just can't do that."

Jeff's face scrunched up; his upper lip twitching slowly. "Why the hell not?!"

"I donated it to charity. Thought you wouldn't mind." Eric shrugged a shoulder.

"C-Charity? You donated the whole damn thing to charity?! Which charity?" He demanded, feeling the burning anger creep up out of his stomach. He couldn't get too mad knowing that his money went to some place where they needed it, but his steak eluded him once more.

"No, you misunderstood me. This is Charity! She's a stripper. How else do you think I got her to stand here all day being my desk attachment?" Eric smirked with glee as Jeff's face turned a brilliant shade of purple. "So if you don't mind… I'd like you to leave. Have a good day, JJ!"

"Well now hold on! Ya can't do that! That's my hard earned money- ya can't donate it to a damn stripper! I ain't goin' till you give me my money!"

Eric sighed. "Obviously I can and I did. Besides, Charity doesn't make refunds. If you're not going to leave on your own accord I'll get one of my associates to make you leave. Head goon! I need you!"

Raven sighed walking into the office. His shoulders slumped and his scowl was more present than it had been in previous years. "Yeah Bischoff, what do you want?" He muttered dryly.

"Escort JJ out of my office, please. He's upsetting Charity."

"God damn it, let me go Raven! I got business to finish with Bischoff! This isn't over!"

Eric watched as Jeff left the room, a big smile on his face. "Bye JJ! See you later." He glanced up to the woman hanging off the back of his chair. "He's cute when he's angry, don't you think?"

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Jeff arrived at the next TNA tapings, his guitar dragging behind him. His shoulders hung low, and his smile was nowhere to be found. He sighed softly as he pushed open the door of his locker room. Inside the middle of the room was a fancy table, much like the one Eric was sitting at last week when he had the most beautiful piece of steak Jeff had ever seen. He paused, sniffing the air. "God damn!" That delicious smell of T-bone steak from the other night was heavy in the room. Instantly he groaned, placing a shaking hand on his stomach.

On the middle of the table, there was a big silver platter with a matching case over the top of it. With a weak hand, he pulled it off. Sure enough, there was that steak, looking just as delectable as it did the night before. Jeff dropped his guitar, and unquestionably sat down to dig into his steak and wine. It tasted every bit as juicy as the morsel did the night before, and the wine was just as sweet.

"So, are you enjoying the steak?"

Jeff's shoulders instantly clenched up as if he were wrapped up in a vice. Slowly, he turned. "You got me this steak?"

Eric nodded, leaning against the door frame of the locker room. "Gotta reward my bitch once in awhile."

Jeff chewed a little slower, swallowing hard. "And you set it up?"

"Yep. Set the whole table up myself."

Jeff put the silverware down. "What did you do to the steak?"

Eric pouted. "I didn't do a damn thing to the steak. So eat! How could I do something to such a beautiful piece of meat?"

"…True." He muttered and picked up the glass of wine to take a drink.

"Actually, it was the wine I drugged."

Jeff spit out the wine. "Why the hell would you do that?!" He shouted feeling his body grow weaker.

Eric paused, as if trying to find the right words to say. Finally, he smirked. "Do you remember those kids who would pick on other kids because they secretly liked them?"

Jeff paled. He nodded.

"Same thing here, cept I like to make you miserable too. You make this cute little 'I'm suffering!' face. Have a nice nap, JJ!" He waved to the wavering blonde. After shutting the door, he stopped to listen for the loud thud that followed. Chuckling to himself, he whistled as he went back to the office to start the show.

FIN.

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