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.

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-Thursday Afternoon; in the auditorium-

"So, you're dads gone. Why don't you stay for practice?" Ron asked, dancing to the music reverberating from the boom box settled on the stage. He moved with quick, silent moves, grinning at Hennigan when he joined in.

Jeff was sitting in the chairs, his knees pulled up to his chest. He sighed, resting his chin on his knees. "Matt want me home after sch…" he trailed off as Kozlov entered the auditorium.

With Hunter at his side.

Jeff's mouth parted, a soft exhale escaping him. 'Oh God…I thought he'd be back home in Connecticut by now…' He stood, quickly, trying to disappear through the back door.

It was not to be.

Kozlov grabbed the back of his baby blue fishnet top, pulling him into an embrace. "You!" he wept, "your beautiful head…how are you?"

Jeff flushed in embarrassment as his overly-dramatic teacher cradled him like a newborn. "I'm fine. It's better, just a dull ache." He pulled away and then found himself staring up at Hunter.

He swallowed a squeak and smiled politely, "Good afternoon."

Hunter stared down at him, his brown eyes full of something. It was different than the looks he usually gave.

This one was one of anger.

Jeff inhaled sharply as Hunter's fingers reached up to his bruised cheek. They rubbed the bruise gently, before his chin was grabbed.

"Who?"

The single word nearly made Jeff dizzy with how it was spoken. He swallowed thickly, the blush on his cheeks becoming darker. "N-no one important. It was handled."

Before Hunter could say anything more, he was patted on the shoulder by Kozlov, who motioned for him to sit down.

"Will you be practicing, Jeff?" Kozlov asked as he sat next to Hunter.

Jeff kept his eyes on Hunter, watching the older man's eyes rake down his body appreciatively. It made him smile.

He felt good knowing that even dressed so oddly, he could still get a rise out of the older man. All he had on was the blue fishnet shirt that cut off right above his belly-button and tight purple-spotted black pants.

"…I will be." Jeff said to Kozlov, turning on the heel of his boot. He walked up the stairs to the stage, smiling as Ron and John got on either side of him. They picked up on their old routine, bodies moving in sync with the music.

After about twenty minutes, they all collapsed on the ground, breathing hard.

Jeff's purple hair covered his eyes and he growled. "Fucking nuisance…"

John came up behind him and quickly pulled his hair up into a high pony-tail, securing it with a black ribbon. He and Ron left the stage as one of Jeff's songs came up.

Jeff flushed, "Oh fuck me." He looked to Kozlov, pouting. "Seriously? That's what I have to be next time?"

Kozlov smiled pleasantly, "You must be introduced to all types of dancing for your career, dear one. I have the outfit all planned out for you. All I want you to do is get used to the music."

Jeff stared at the boom box as the belly-dancing music continued to play. He looked over at Eve, who shrugged and smiled sweetly at him as she continued to spin with Shannon.

Jeff nodded and tapped his foot a few times to handle the beat and then, he began to dance, the muscles in his stomach being worked at the style of dance. His arms and hands soon followed, making smooth motions with the music.

He let out a loud breath of air as he finished, sliding to the ground, knees tucking under his ass. His skin was burning and the fishnet was only making it hotter. Before he could reach under and pull the material off, his upper-arm was gently grabbed, pulling him up.

Thinking he would see one of the guys, he looked up to smile at them.

'Oh hell…'

Hunter looked down at Jeff, eyes dark. He pulled him along, stopping only to pick up Jeff's bag before continuing.

Kozlov blinked, his eyes following them. Where the hell was Hunter going with his student?

{T*B}

"Wait, wait," Jeff panted, struggling to keep up with Hunter. "Where are we going?"

His answer was given to him as he was pressed against Hunter's car. He sat back against the hood as his mouth was roughly plundered. He gasped in surprise, his hands pushing the older man off. "W-we're out in the open," he explained as Hunter looked down at him.

Hunter grunted in reply and moved to the car doors.

Jeff glanced around the area, and he was a bit stunned to see Torrie. She had just gotten out of a red Hummer, and she was applying lip gloss to her swollen lips. They locked eyes and both stiffened in surprise.

'Is she…did she just…?' If Jeff cared anymore to think about it, he'd swear that she was just blowing the guy in that car. He didn't have time to think about it as Hunter grabbed his hand.

He helped Jeff into the passenger side and moved around to the driver's seat. He started the car and took off.

Jeff looked at Hunter out of the corner on his eye. He shifted, "U-uh…uhm…"

"Don't worry," Hunter said softly, "I'm just taking you out for some ice cream." He smiled over at Jeff, "I'm really sorry for that back there…I should learn to better control myself."

Jeff smiled, feeling completely relaxed with the older man. "…I never said I didn't like it." He whispered softly. He played with his fingers as Hunter chuckled.

They ended up at a Dairy Queen, and were sitting across each other.

Jeff's tiny pink tongue lapped at the vanilla cone, making sure his eyes were kept on the table and not on Hunters.

Hunter watched him, having long been done with his own cone. He ran a hand over his hair and leaned close, "I wanted to ask you something."

Jeff slowly raised his head to look at him. He licked his lips, before nodding, "Okay." He tried to focus his attention on the vanilla cone but he found himself watching Hunter instead.

Hunter stared at him carefully before he exhaled heavily, his fingers running through his long blonde hair. "Feel free to slap me in the face and say no to this," he began calmly, grabbing Jeff's wrist, using it to aim the dripping ice cream cone back to the boy's mouth, "but I wondered if you'd be interested…in coming to live with me in Connecticut."

Jeff's tongue stopped in mid-lick. He stared at the older man in shock. "…Oh, uhm," he flushed brightly, standing up; "I think I should leave."

His wrist was grabbed.

Jeff nibbled on his lower lap as Hunter pulled him down. He fell lightly onto the older man's lap, staring down into his eyes. "Hunter…"

"After you graduate, of course," Hunter said quickly. "Listen to me, I know that you're still young…you're fifteen and I'm twenty-three. I feel something more than lust for you…and I want to act on it."

Jeff stared at him as if he were insane.

"You're married," he whispered, his voice soft as he caressed Hunter's cheek. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I…feel something for you also, but I can not be with a married man. I can't…"

Hunter frowned, "I understand, Jeff. Perhaps…it's just the wrong time." He forced himself to smile, "I still look forwards to you coming to my school."

"You still want me to attend?" Jeff asked, genuinely surprised. He'd have thought the older male would strip the scholarship from him for not going along with his plans.

"Of course I do. You have talent…it's about time it's recognized, don't you think?" he gently lifted Jeff off of his lap and stood, "I should take you home…"

'Home…where Matt's probably gonna kick my ass for coming home so late.' Jeff bit his lip and he quickly grabbed Hunter's hand. He reached up on his tip-toes, pressing his mouth against Hunter's.

He felt the older man respond eagerly, their mouths parting to caress the other's tongue. Jeff moved his hands to Hunter's chest, his fingers lightly squeezing the muscular chest as Hunter's hands moved down to his hips, pulling them against his own.

They ended the kiss at the same time, their lips making a soft sucking sound as they parted. They stared at each other for a few minutes.

"I really am sorry," Jeff whispered sadly, feeling Hunter hold him tighter. "It just isn't the right time for us."

"…Is it ever going to be?"

Jeff felt Hunter's sadness and he bit his bottom lip, shaking his head.

'Never…but only for reasons unknown to anyone but myself.'

Hunter dropped him off a while later, waving his goodbye from the window.

Jeff waved back before moving to the house. He swallowed lightly and stepped closer, opening the door, and closing it behind it quietly.

He really hoped Matt wasn't…

"Jeff, if that's you, you're so dead!"

Jeff's eyes widened as Matt's voice thundered throughout the house. He was three hours late and Matt was pissed. He quickly dropped his art bag on the floor.

Jeff stiffened as Matt's footsteps got closer. He squeaked and tried to run upstairs, Matt hot on his heels.

{T*B}

"You little fuck," Matt hissed loudly as he chased after Jeff. The little brat had long legs and they carried him up the stairs fairly quickly.

The younger boy made it to the top of the stairs, but Matt was quick to knock him to the ground. He straddled Jeff's quivering hips and held him down, pressing their faces close together, "Why didn't you come home?!"

"I'm sorry!" the brat yelled, his eyes closed, "I forgot."

"What were you doing this whole time, Jeff?" Matt asked sternly. He'd heard from Torrie, and several other cheerleaders that stayed after school to practice, that Jeff had gotten into the Connecticut teacher's car 45 minutes after school ended.

"I was dancing," Jeff said quietly.

Matt growled and squeezed Jeff's upper arms.

"I was!" Jeff yelped, his feet beginning to kick, "I went to dance practice! I have witnesses!"

Matt had the resist the urge to roll his eyes, "What else?"

He watched Jeff stiffen under his grip and he snarled, "Jeffrey Nero. What the hell did you do?"

"Nothing! There was nothing else."

"Liar!"

"Fuck you, Matt! Get off me!"

"What did you do with that teacher, brat?!" Matt yelled, grabbing Jeff's shoulders, smirking at the startled look on his brother's face, "Oh yeah, I know. Torrie saw you get into his car!"

His dark brown eyes watched the way Jeff's eyes narrowed.

"What do you think I did, Matt?" the younger brother whispered, his eyes staring right through the older brothers. "Huh? What do you think I did with Hunter?"

Matt suppressed the shudder that ran through his body. He frowned tightly, "Just answer me this, Jeff," he gripped the purple-headed teens chin, "Did you finally do it?"

"Do what?" Jeff asked wearily.

"Did you finally come out to be a slut?" Matt knew it was a hurtful thing to say, but fuck, this was his baby brother getting into a car with a married man!

The look on Jeff's face caused Matt to tense a bit. The green eyes suddenly hollowed and the perfectly shaped mouth began to tremble.

"…He wanted me to go to Connecticut with him," Jeff whispered. "I said no. I said no, Matty. I like him…and I said no. I'm not a slut, Matt. I'm not. I just like to dance. Please let me dance?"

Matt stared down at his baby brother, feeling his small body shake.

Fuck. He'd made his brother cry.

Again.

"Hey," Matt whispered, feeling incredibly awkward. He quickly eased off of Jeff and stood over him, his hands stuffed into his pockets. "I'm sorry…I just…" he trailed off, shaking his curls and holding out a hand to Jeff.

Jeff took it, feeling Matt haul him up. He stared at the floor, trying hard not to cry.

"…Just get home on time." Matt finished lamely before he went to his room, "Oh, what do you want to eat?"

"You can't cook, Matt." He heard Jeff say.

He smiled, turning to his confused baby brother, "Torrie's coming over to cook for us."

He could see the sneer on his brother's face and he glared, "I'll hurt you if you say something, Jeff."

Jeff merely glared at him and went to his own room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

"Brat." Matt growled, before slamming his own door shut.

{T*B}

'You're a slut.'

"And then, Stacy tried on this skirt that just didn't match the shirt she had on and she tried to get me to buy it since it was so cute-"

'Whore.'

"It like, covered my ass completely, so I bought it. The thing is, it fits so tight. I wouldn't want to wear it anywhere else but school."

'…and on top of all that, you're stupid.' Jeff was sitting Indian style on a chair, sipping his juice quietly.

"Feet on the floor, Jeff," Matt scolded, his fork poking at whatever the hell was on his plate.

Hilariously, Torrie couldn't cook either.

Jeff flipped Matt off, not paying attention to the crap on his own plate. He had his sketchpad pad on his lap and he was working on a new portrait. Only this one was coming out to look a bit funny…

It looked like a couple. It was definitely two people…

Jeff stared at it a bit more before turning it sideways.

And they were fucking.

He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before snorting. He shut his sketchpad and stood up, completely ignoring his brother and the whore.

He locked himself in his room again and stretched out on his bed, grabbing his pencil and sketching out some more details to the pic. He was so absorbed in what he was doing than he didn't realize it was night and that he was done with the sketch.

Jeff stared at the portrait, his eyes widening.

Him and Matt…

He just sketched him and Matt fucking.

Well, Matt fucking him, but hell! He was taking it!

The position he drew them in caused Jeff to shudder. It was fucking obscene and so dirty…what the fuck was he thinking? Drawing Matt fucking him up against the wall of the dance studio?

Shit.

Jeff quickly ripped the paper out of his sketchpad and stuffed it into his pillow case, breathing hard. He pulled the pillow close to his face, pressing against it hard. He inhaled sharply and exhaled.

This wasn't the first time he'd thought of intercourse with his brother. He'd dreamt of it…thought about it…wanted it.

Jeff's eyes dimmed.

'Never gonna happen. He's got a girlfriend. A pregnant girlfriend.'

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. He stood quickly, moving to his computer. He downloaded some of the music he needed for his practice and got comfortable, changing into a pair of loose basketball short and a cropped tank top.

Looking into the mirror, Jeff waited for the music to start before he began to dance, watching his body as he did it.

'It's the style of music you use to seduce…' Jeff thought as he moved, the muscles in his stomach fluttering as he shook and glided, 'the kind of music that makes people want you.'

His lips curved into a wicked grin as he twirled.

'Seductive and haggard…like being fist-fucked by a velvet glove…'

-With Matt-

His nose twitched as Jeff's music surrounded the top floor. He glanced down at his girlfriend, seeing her dozing lightly and not even reacting to the music.

Matt shuffled away from the bed as calmly as he could and tip-toed out of his room. He glared when he made it to Jeff's room. He considered knocking, but he doubted Jeff would even hear it.

He slowly pushed the door open and he crossed his arms, opening his mouth to scold the younger boy.

Only for his yells to die down in his throat.

He watched, dazed as Jeff moved to the belly-dancing music. The way his ivory skin shined with a light sweat from his exertions…the way his long, pale legs tightened with each movement, the way the beautiful belly piercing shook against his flat stomach as he moved, the way his eyes were so intently focused on himself in the mirror, the emerald orbs taking himself in with tenderness and care, the way his beautiful mouth was parted as he breathed.

The fucking way his ass rotated and moved, lovely hips sliding up and down, and the way his body was slowly moving lower and lower to the floor. Slower and slower until the song ended and Jeff was left pretty much on his knees with his back arched, sweat dripping lightly down his stomach, purple strands matted to his face.

Matt really didn't mean to make that choked up noise. He didn't, but it couldn't be stopped. The haggard sigh that escaped his mouth caused Jeff's emerald orbs to open and gaze in his direction.

There was no surprise in those green orbs, but the light dusting of pink could be seen on the pale cheeks. Slowly, the emerald eyes moved down to Matt's lower body. They widened a bit before a lower lip was sucked into a plush mouth.

Matt slowly followed his younger brother's gaze, staring down at his groin. At his too obvious hard on…

Matt gasped and glanced up quickly. He almost fell backwards when he found Jeff right in front of him. He swallowed nervously as he looked down into the slightly hazy green eyes.

Jeff's lips quirked into a slow smirk and he raised pointed and middle fingers, pressing them to Matt's forehead. His left eye slowly closed in a wink before he put pressure on the digits, shoving Matt out of his room lightly.

Matt moved back, pressed against the walls as Jeff smiled at him once more before closing the door. Slowly, Matt slid down the wall, staring at Jeff's door as his cock throbbed in his loose sweats.

'God damn…'

{T*B}

Rest easy, XP! Hunter will not be Jeff's last suitor.

XD! That whole "fist-fucked by a velvet glove thing" is totally NOT mine. It belongs to Ville Valo. "Love Metal: It's like being fist fucked by a velvet glove."

XD!

Yesh.

Love on!