Disclaimer: I do NOT own the following wrestlers, or any of the events that actually happened on camera, or anything else mentioned that is recognizable.

I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.

I'm going to ask that the requests stop for now. I want to make sure that every request I've already accepted gets done. After a while, the request line will reopen.

My InnerJeff and InnerAdam are actually cooperative... well, because Jeff's licking his lollipop and waiting for the stream of Jeff requests to start, and Adam wants Matt... and he ADORES my idea for Matt/Edge/Jericho. I finally got Matt to cave. So, if you like this chap, thank E&C for it. They worked hard on him.

The ninth one is for Terrahfry, Matt/Edge. It takes place after the pyrotechnics incident. Kayfabe is real in this, FYI.

Freedom

"Matt?" Matt looked up and saw that his younger brother Jeff woke up. He looked a little bad, but the fireworks didn't hurt him too badly. "Matt, why are you still here?"

Matt couldn't look at Jeff. He knew if he did, even through Jeff's haze, he might be able to see every sin he's committed. And he couldn't bear to see the look of pain in his eyes. "I wanted to make sure you were alright." They were just supposed to scare him...

"I'm fine. Go to the hotel room. You need to relax every now and again." Jeff smiled. "Mattie, you've done enough for me. Go home." After a bit more convincing, Matt finally went on his way. Everyone else had left, but no one felt like he did. What if Jeff had gotten hurt? This is getting out of hand. I have to stop.

He went to his car, but was surprised to see the Rated R superstar lounging on it. He wasn't in the mood for this bastard's bullshit. "What the hell are you doing on my car?"

Adam looked up and smiled at Matt. He began to clap, and Matt grew angrier. "What the hell are you doing?"

Adam kept clapping as he walked up to Matt. "Congratulations, Matt. I didn't think you had it in you. But now I see you're willing to give into all the potential in you... it's very intriguing."

"How about you tell me what the hell you're talking about?" Matt said.

Adam grinned. "Oh, come on, Matt. I know." His voice lowered to a whisper. "I know what you did, Cain." Matt blinked. Cain? What the hell was he talking about? But Adam just said, "You know, I did hit your brother with a chair in the stairway... but I didn't know who was the one after him now. Imagine my surprise when I learned that innocent, protective, loving big brother Matt Hardy was the one behind the car crash and the pyrotechnics."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Matt said, but, in his mind, he was freaking out. How does Adam know? Oh fuck, how did he guess?

"I followed you, Mattie. Followed you when you went to fix the fireworks..." Adam looked like the devil himself, having just made a deal for Matt's soul. "All this time... how could I have not seen the little monster lurking inside you?"

"Get to your point, Adam," Matt said, feeling more and more nervous. "So maybe I did. Why do you care?"

Adam started circling Matt like a shark closing in on his prey. Adam's grin grew bigger as he said, "Finally. You finally snapped. I wondered how long it would take."

Matt grabbed Adam by the collar, staring him in the face. "What do you mean, finally?"

Adam wasn't disturbed by Matt's actions. In fact, he still looked like he was in total control. "I would've burned him a long time ago. I thought you were weak, the way you let Jeff manipulate you... and it's sad, because I saw your potential first. I saw what you could and might have been. But instead of working on yourself, you gave it all up to work on Jeff... You gave up everything for the selfish little bitch..."

"Don't talk about Jeff like that!" Matt screamed. Adam smirked.

"Hit a nerve, Mattie? I know ALL about what Jeffie's been doing, too. How you've been bending over backwards to keep Jeff's darkness hidden..."

Matt let go of him, understanding his words perfectly. "You... know?"

"Yup. I know that only one Hardy has been giving piss to the Wellness Testers. The other one... well, let's just say, if Jeff gave in his piss instead of yours, there'd only be one Hardy in the WWE."

"How..."

"Does that matter? Facts are facts; I know that neither of the Hardy boys are the angels the fans think they are. I know that your ECW title win and Hunter's taunting finally got to Jeff, and he started taking some special pills to become WWE champion. I know that Mattie's kowtowing to Jeffie, running to his little bitch ass side whenever he needs help calming off his rages or throwing off the Wellness testers. And I know you almost killed your brother... twice."

"I wasn't trying to kill him," Matt said, feeling worse and worse, "I just... I wanted to..." How could he explain his thoughts to Adam? He didn't want to kill Jeff; he loved Jeff like he loved himself. But Jeff swore he'd stop the steroids once he was WWE champion. He swore it was temporary. And he lied.

Matt tried to convince him countless times to get off the junk, but he couldn't get through to him. Jeff was becoming dependant on them, unwilling to give them up. So, when Jeff left the party after a fight that Matt knew could've been avoided if it not for the drugs, Matt followed him... and thought that maybe, if he scared Jeff a little, he would decide the steroids were ruining his life. And, when that didn't work, he decided to try another incident to scare him. Things went too far... he never meant to put Jeff's life in danger.

"Didn't you hear me, Mattie? I'm commending you for it. You're finally getting away from him." Adam grabbed his arm. "Come with me."

"No."

"Come on, Matt," Adam coaxed, "We're just going for a little ride. You know, as two people who hurt Princess Jeffrey, I think we have a lot in common. And I like naughty Mattie. Let's go."

"I don't trust you," Matt said.

Adam sighed. "Look, Matt... I don't give a damn if you trust me or not. We're going to my god damn car, I'm starting it, and we're going to have a night together. I mean, I could get Jeff tested..."

"Are you blackmailing me, Adam?" Matt asked, growing angry again.

"Take how you want, Matthew. Just come with me. I hate hospitals, and, well, last thing we need is to bump into over zealous Jeff Hardy fans." Matt glared at Adam, but then he let Adam pull him to his car. Adam had a victorious grin on his face, and Matt couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going through his head. What did Adam want?

Adam looked at Matt as he put him in the car. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"No," Matt said, "I agreed to whatever field trip you have in mind, but not to be interrogated."

Adam grinned. "Well... a burger for your thoughts?" Matt stared at him. "Burger King. My treat." Matt was still confused. "Okay, I don't know how to simplify this. I'm hungry, I think you are too, and I want to buy some damn Burger King for us. And, well, if you want to tell me what's on your mind, you can tell me while you're shoveling fries."

"Are you serious?" Matt said.

"I'm always serious when it comes to Burger King," Adam said, starting the car. Adam put on a CD as he drove. Matt was thankful for the music, because he didn't know what to say. He still had no idea what this man, this man who put him and Jeff through the ringer with his manipulative ways, could possibly want with him.

Adam snuck glances at his guest every now and then, seeing his growing discomfort. Matt wasn't free yet; no, that pesky little conscience, entwined with a misguided sense of brotherly duty, was holding him back. But by the end of the night, Adam would open his eyes. He would show them that there's only one way to live: with no rules.

He couldn't even begin to explain this... interest in Matt Hardy. He'd always kept an eye on Matt, ever since he joined the WWE, back when it was the WWF, but it wasn't until the feud over Lita that he began to really notice him. It was the look in Matt's eyes as Edge climbed the ladder that kept him trapped in his orbit. After seeing what he did to Jeff... he refused to keep away any longer. He had to satiate his curiosity, and he would let loose the Matt he knew hid inside of this shell.

"What song is this?" Matt finally asked.

"You don't know this song?" Adam said incredulously. Matt shook his head. "God, you so need an Edgucation." He grabbed Matt's hand and started tapping it to the beat. "Listen to it. Feel it."

"What am I supposed to be feeling?"

"Just keep tapping," Adam said. Matt did as he was told, getting into the song. It was really good. "Well, Adam? What is it?"

"It's called Stitches. By Allele." The lyrics bounced through his head. I don't want to be afraid of letting go of someone like you. It was as if Adam chose this song deliberately. Hadn't he said something about getting away from Jeff?

As they got to the drive thru, Adam told Matt to order while he got his wallet from the back. "Two whoppers for me, no cheese," Adam said, "And a large fries and root beer. Order whatever you like."

Matt did as he was told, ordering a little excessively to make Adam pay... literally. No one blackmails him and gets away with it. When they got to the window, the kid who had their order said, "That'll be 25.50... holy crap, I know you! You're..."

"Yeah, Matt Hardy," Matt said, "Hi."

"So that's your real name?" The kid grinned. "Oh crap, I can't believe I'm meeting Tommy from the Power Rangers!" Matt blushed furiously as Adam's laughter filled his ears. Adam quickly paid as Matt grumpily signed an autograph for the kid.

"Well, you do look like Tommy," Adam said, as he drove.

"Shut up, Adam."

"Oh God, Matt. Please, set yourself to a different station. You're getting a little repetitive." They began to eat as Adam drove. He knew exactly where he was taking him, but it was still fun, making Matt think it was random.

"What do you have against my brother?" Matt suddenly asked.

"What?"

"You heard me. Why do you hate Jeff so much?"

Adam laughed. "Oh, Mattie, you slay me. I don't hate the bitch. I just hate what he does, how he works... if he works at all."

"Says the fucker who hit Jeff with a chair to get a chance to fight for the belt," Matt grumbled.

"Not what I meant. The steroids don't bug me. Heck, Jeff could inject himself with the Hulk serum, and I wouldn't care... although I'd do anything to get out of our Rumble match. What I care about is how he relies on you... and how you pander to him."

"I don't pander to him."

"Oh please, Matt. Who takes Jeff's clothes to the laundry? Who packs his bags and carries them to airports? Who cooks his meals? Who acts like his fucking mother although Jeff is a grown ass man?"

"So Jeff bugs you because of me?" Matt hissed.

"Yeah," Adam said, turning. They were getting closer to their destination. "Because he's holding you back."

"Holding me back from what, exactly?"

"From you." Adam smirked, seeing that Matt's defenses were slipping. "Why should you have to get into fights with that behemoth Kozlov when you have your own title matches to worry about? Why should you run to Jeff's side when you should be working on yourself?"

"Fuck you, Adam," Matt said.

"Admit it, Matt. You're jealous that you have to work your ass off for yourself and him, and you barely got the ECW championship, while Jeff just floated by and had belts and opportunites thrown his way..."

Matt couldn't take anymore. Since he couldn't attack the driver, he grabbed one of his fries and threw it at Adam's head. Adam stared at Matt and laughed. "Nice one. But back to the topic. What do you owe Jeff? Why are you so eager to help Jeff?"

"He's my brother, and I love him. I practically raised him..."

"Then why doesn't he show big bro some fucking gratitude?" Adam asked, "And why is big bro showing so damn much gratitude?" Matt looked down.

"Jeff isn't as selfish as you make him out to be," Matt said.

"Look at me and say that," Adam said. When Matt couldn't, Adam sped up, trying to get to his destination quicker. He finally got there, stopping at the ocean front. "Being selfish isn't a bad thing. Look at me... I'm free as fuck. I have what I want." For the most part, he added. "Jeff too. He's WWE champion, he's happy... because he's selfish. People who try to pretend to be nice end up nowhere. Give up the act, Matt. Live for the moment. Taste what the world has to offer you. Don't let your reason for life be someone else."

"Why do you care?" Matt asked, looking up, "Why do you care what I do with my life? Huh? If it's all about being selfish, why the fuck do I matter to you?"

"I am being selfish, Matt." Adam licked his lips. "Come on." He opened the car door, taking a long swig of root beer before putting down the drink. Matt opened his door and looked out on the ocean. "Isn't she beautiful?" Adam asked, sitting on the hood of his car.

"What?"

"The ocean. Isn't it beautiful?" Adam beckoned for Matt to join him on the hood, and Matt hesitated before sitting with him. There was something weird about this whole thing, but it was putting him through a catharsis- every negative emotion he had was pouring out of his body until only a strange calm remained. He soon forgot his regret, his jealousy, his hatred, his resentment... nothing was left. Only calm.

He still loved Jeff with all his heart... but fuck, he couldn't help but admit Adam had a point. "Yeah. It's beautiful," Matt said, staring at the waves.

"She does what she wants, when she wants," Adam said, "No one dares to tell the ocean what to do, and she would just ignore them if they tried. She kills daily... she doesn't weep. She acts like a home to some, but they bow to her. They would die if they tried to leave her. No one can stand against her. She has no regrets. When you think of life... think of her. She was here long before us, and she will be here long after we're gone... her way of life is the only way to follow."

"I never pegged you for a poet," Matt said.

Adam shrugged. "I think about these things a lot. In the end, we're all alone. No matter how tight a bond we create, we have to complete this journey on our own. So the journey should be about us." Adam's hand went on top of Matt's unconsciously, and Matt looked at it, confused. "It should be about what we need, about what we want... What do you want, Matt?"

Matt looked into Adam's eyes, almost lost in his speeches. Adam made him feel like this, so very calm... no one, not a single one of his girlfriends, Jeff, his friends, his Dad... no one made him feel this way, made the pain go away. Made nothing matter. "What do I want?"

"Yeah. Think about it before you answer. What does Matthew Moore Hardy want?" Matt looked from the ocean, the ocean Adam loved so much, to Adam himself. All he knew was that he was tired, tired of being the responsible big brother. Tired of doing everything but being an afterthought. Tired of being Jeff's squire. Tired of working for what felt like nothing. Tired of feeling like he was meant for so much more, but unable to do anything.

"I want to be free," Matt said quietly.

Adam looked at Matt and decided now was the time. Everything he wanted to know, everything he wanted to feel... he could take it now. "I want to free you," Adam said. He took his free hand and rested it on Matt's warm face. "I want to see your fire burn. I want to see you explode. I want to be enveloped in that fire, scorched by it. I want to see others turn to ash in your wake. Let me see you combust." Adam moved in and kissed Matt roughly. Caught completely off guard, Matt couldn't even react.

"Don't be afraid to let the flame grow," Adam whispered, barely a centimeter away from Matt's face. His lips danced against Matt's, making Matt feel exactly what Adam wanted him to feel. "Burn for me." Matt then attacked Adam this time, pushing against him, tasting the blonde man. Didn't he hate this man? No, not anymore. Probably not ever. He hated what Adam represented; everything Matt refused to let himself be. He couldn't deny it anymore.

Adam pushed back, showing Matt he would not be dominated. He pushed his tongue into Matt's mouth, but Matt's tongue pushed back, trying to claim Adam instead. As their tongues dueled, hands groped everywhere, trying to pull the other closer. Matt was now trapped in Adam's orbit, and Adam wanted to keep it that way.

When Adam's hands reached for Matt's shirt buttons, he panicked. "Wait..." Matt said, pulling away, "Not here."

"Why not?" Adam said, pulling at the shirt. Most of the buttons came out neatly, but one or two popped off. Adam ran a hand down Matt's chest, and Matt pulled away again.

"We're outside..."

"So?" Adam pushed Matt down on the car hood, and the heat of the car, contrasting with the cool January air, made Matt want Adam all the more. "If the law didn't say no, would you want me to continue?" Heck, Matt wanted Adam to continue even with the law in place. "Fuck what the world has to say. Decide for yourself. Do you want me?"

"Yes," Matt hissed. Within seconds, Adam was on top of him, kissing every inch of skin he could find. Matt had to ask for this, had to love it, or Adam would stop. That yes meant that Adam could do whatever he wanted with Matt, and no one could stop him.

He ran his tongue along Matt's muscles, and Matt wrapped his hand in Adam's hair, egging him on. Adam grabbed Matt's sides, lifting his pelvis up. Adam undid his pants with his teeth, nibbling Matt's skin every now and then. His hands pulled down Matt's bottoms as he kept biting different areas around Matt's privates. Matt was addictive, like the most amazing drug, and Adam couldn't wait to get high.

Adam licked Matt softly, making him moan in pleasure. Adam, intoxicated by the moan, licked again, rougher this time. Matt pushed forward, wanting more, but Adam pushed him down. He opened his mouth to taste Matt's moist tip and then took him past his lips, flickering his tongue around him as he slowly sheathed Matt's cock. All Matt's moans and thrusts did was make Adam more rough, restraining Matt harder. He looked up, telling Matt that his hands better not try anything or else. Matt understood and pushed the hair from Adam's face, to make their eye contact stronger. He had to see Adam as he worked his magic on him.

Adam pulled away and grabbed Matt's hair, pulling him up into another breathtaking kiss. Matt grabbed Adam's pants and practically snapped them off. Adam had made him completely needy, and only Adam could quench the desire. Adam wanted to be burned? Well, Matt wanted to drown, drown in the green oceans that refused to let go of his eyes. Adam pulled off his own shirt, just as hungry for Matt, and they were both naked, begging for the other to touch them.

This time, Adam lay against the car. "Come on, Mattie," Adam whispered, spreading his legs for Matt. Matt nodded, and bent down to kiss Adam. While Matt's lips relaxed Adam, he took the opportunity to plunge into Adam. Adam moaned and grabbed Matt's hair, keeping him in the kiss as Matt slammed into him repeatedly, hitting Adam's spot. Adam kept Matt's lips against his, despite the fact it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Matt grabbed Adam's legs and pulled him as he thrust in, and Adam finally broke the kiss to groan. One final push, along with Matt's strong hands on Adam's legs and Adam's wanton shivers against Matt's body, was enough to bring both men over the edge. As soon as they came, Matt leaned against Adam's chest, and Adam held him close.

"I know the perfect thing to do now," Adam whispered, "Trust me." Adam stood up, and Matt followed his lead. Adam ran, pulling Matt along with him until they got to the railing. Adam climbed over it, and Matt followed suit. Then, both men jumped into the ocean.

It was the most liberating feeling ever, the way the chilled water met Matt's skin. A piece of who Matt was before told him he'd probably get pneumonia, but Matt just told that part to shut up. He swam up and broke the surface, breathing in the air. Adam splashed Matt before swimming away back to the edge to pull himself out. Matt swam over and reached to get out, and he felt Adam's hands grab his and pull him out.

"How do you feel?" Adam asked.

"Cold," Matt said honestly, "But good." They walked to the car and Adam grabbed a blanket from the back and threw it at him. "Thanks," Matt said.

"Put on your clothes after you dry a bit," Adam said. Matt nodded and sat in Adam's car. He picked up the half finished Chicken tenders and began to finish them. "So," Adam said, watching him, "What're you going to do now?"

Matt shook his head. "I think I know. It'll be my last effort to get through to Jeff... and my first effort to push my career further."

"You want to tell me about it?" Adam asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Matt said, thinking about the upcoming Royal Rumble. "Oh, and Adam? I think we should take trips together more often."

I don't know exactly how I feel about this one, but I like it. I know, it's not exactly the most feel-good story of the year, but there's something about it.

Next one's Matt/Jeff for NeroAnne. Then, we got Chris/Matt for myAngelEyes.

If you liked this couple, then check out Of All People, Why Him? by Adnacia. That one's lip smacking, let me tell you.

Oh, and... pals. I mean it, go on my page and find the list your 12 fav superstars/divas questionnaire thingy, do it for yourself, and post it on your page. You will think of couples you never thought possible (in my and my friends' experiences with it, we have seen the possibilities of RVD/Evan, Christian/Stone Cold (I do not like this couple), Rey/Punk, Edge/Punk, Cena/Swagger, Rey/Cena/Orton, and Matt/Shawn/RVD.) Is your mind boggled by these never before seen couples? Mine was, that's why this game's so fun. Go do it! And tell me so I can read your stuff and be boggled again!