A/N: Ok I wanted to get this out before I disappear tomorrow and possibly Friday as I be as unStraightEdge as I can be. xD Happy New Years Everyone and I hope y'all enjoy.

Btw, I don't own anyone nor am I saying that they actually lust after one another in real life.


Matt tossed and turned in his bed, his hair sticking to his face as he arched and writhed; deep in the throes of a wet dream, his lips parted as he whimpered Chris' name. With a start he jerked awake, crying out loudly as his seed expelled from his throbbing member violently; splattering his thighs and the sheet where it dipped between them. Panting he unclenched his fists from the rumpled cotton and scrubbed at his face with both his palms; cursing himself for acting like a school girl panting after her first boyfriend. Slowly he sat up, his thigh muscles burning from the intensity of his orgasm as they relaxed from their taunt state slowly. Matt lolled his head to the side and blearily looked at the alarm clock. The blinking neon green numbers flashed four am.

"Sonvabitch." Matt growled as he pulled himself from the cum drenched sheets and shuffled into the bathroom; his eyes instantly shutting tight against the harsh florescent light.

He wet a rag with warm water and swiped it up his thighs; his mind going back to the dream immediately and making him wish that it were Chris running his tongue up the strong columns; his teeth nipping and teasing him as his hot breath and warm hands ghosted behind them. Matt twitched and opened his eyes; unsurprised to see that he was once more completely hard, the head already leaking it's shining pre-cum rapidly as his thoughts centered on Chris' hot and moist mouth; his tongue lapping at the head and sides while his hand worked in that maddening slowly twisting motion that only served to make Matt harder. With another cry Matt gripped the porcelain sink basin, his knees buckling as his seed once more spilled from his body without any help at all from him.

"Would it be so wrong to give in and give Chris what he wants?" Matt questioned his reflection as he watched a bead of sweat course down from his hairline. "Of course it would. That would be like going out and licking the mat after a show and expecting someone to kiss you. Chris has no idea what's been where or what Christian has. It's disgusting." He growled. "Great, now I'm talking to myself. Can this get any fucking worse? Of course it can, I can start answering myself……like I just did." Matt smacked himself in the forehead and pushed away from the sink; his mind whirling as it battled endlessly within the dark confines of his skull.

He started towards the bed, but one look at the large wet spot in the middle made him opt for the couch in his room instead. He grabbed the comforter from the floor where he had kicked it earlier and curled up on the cool cushions; the chill serving as block for the erotic images that once more tried to take over his thought process. It was as if Chris was somehow controlling them, every night since the surprise dinner Matt had suffered; his body twitching and trembling against the sheets as phantom hands ghosted over skin and unseen lips and teeth nipped and bit. Each dream ended the same way, Matt waking up just as he reached his climax; his hands clenched in the sheets with the teasingly light feel of lips pressed against his as if just moments before some other pair had been sealed tightly against them.

He had to give it to Chris; the blonde man was staying true to his word. Everyday it was something different. One morning Matt woke up to find breakfast waiting on him with one long stemmed rose lying next to the plate. Another day Chris showed up in a maid's outfit and cleaned his room, taking his time to fold every piece of clothing that Matt had carelessly tossed to the floor in search of his tights and to unknowingly—or knowingly, who really knew with Chris—tease Matt until he had been .2 seconds from tossing the blonde onto the neatly made bed and making him scream in pleasure. Some days it was nothing more than a smile and others there would be tiny gifts left in Matt's bags. Not once did Chris push for sex nor did Matt make an attempt to engage Chris in any sexual activity—and Matt's body was torturing him for it.

He still loves me and is willing to put it behind us. Would it be so bad to do that? Love—not to mention an ass—like that doesn't come around all that often. Matt thought as he started to drift back off to sleep; turning so that his face was pressed against the back. If he's willing to do that for me, shouldn't I be just as willing to do it for him? The more Matt's thoughts raced the lower his eyelids drooped until he was snoring; Chris's name whispering from him every so often while a smile curved his lips.

***

Blearily Chris sat in catering; yawns erupting from him every so often as he waited for the rest of the rosters to show up for Vince's weekly torturous early morning meeting. Slowly they trickled in, Glenn shuffling along behind Mizanin as Adam brought up the rear; his ever confident and cocky smirk gone as his green eyes blinked almost stupidly around the room as if he didn't know where he was. Hunter, Shawn and John Cena were next; the latter two yawning but smiling as they eyed the breakfast buffet that Vince had thoughtfully provided before swiping some doughnuts and hightailing it to the back of the room. Chris felt his head starting to drift down towards his chest but didn't do anything to remedy it; he still had a good twenty minutes before the meeting started, it wouldn't hurt to get a little more sleep. However he missed Matt dragging himself into the rapidly filling room and when he awoke with a start at the sound of Vince's gavel striking the wood podium that always seemed to be around, he found himself sitting next to the last person he ever wanted to see.

"Nice to see you're awake sleeping beauty." Christian hissed as he smirked at Chris. "I wasn't going to tell you what you missed if you slept through it."

"Shove it you creepy little bastard." Chris mumbled as he stretched; using the action to get a quick scan of the room to see where Matt was.

"Your little whore is sitting with Glenn and his harem. They've been pretty cozy here lately." Christian threw out casually as pretending to be listening to Vince as he droned on about the impact that Hogan thought he was going to have by joining teams with Dixie and TNA. "Of course he's not been as cozy with them as he has with me."

Chris growled under his breath and laced his fingers together to keep himself from reaching over and throttling Christian. As Vince continued to rattle on Chris found his solitude once more interrupted; this time by Christian sliding his cell phone over with a picture gracing the screen. With glare Chris glanced at the picture; his face draining pale under the warm tan he had gotten over the warm summer months. It was Matt and Glenn in the locker room shower; Matt's back arched into the bald man's hands and his head resting against the tiles. Even though there was steam clouding the bottom half of the picture it was easy to see that neither were wearing a towel. And why would they? They're in the shower—together. A muscle twitched behind Chris' eye and his glare turned into a snarl as he pictured Glenn with his hands planted on Matt's hips to hold him still as he drove into Matt's warm, tight heat while Matt mewled and whimpered; his fingers slipping on the water slicked tiles.

The image got dirtier and Chris fought hard not to scream and leap to his feet; whether to attack Christian for being the catalyst in all of it or to take Glenn down for being the one touching what Chris deemed as his own personal property. As he struggled to get a hold of himself, Christian settled back into his chair smirking.

Perfect. Christian crowed as he watched Chris try to keep calm. It's only a matter of time before he completely shatters. He shut his phone and slipped it back into his pocket; turning his attention back to the front as Vince started talking about the ECW Homecoming story line that Tiffany had started. It really was of no interest to Christian, he didn't really care who he fought as long as he came out the same way he went into the contest—The ECW Champion. He heard Chris shift and looked at the blonde from the corner of his eyes, smirking as he noted that Chris was visibly shaking. From that point on it seemed as if the clock was moving one second forwards then three seconds back and it was driving Christian insane. He could feel that something was going to happen after the meeting was adjourned and he wanted to make sure that he had front row seats for whatever fireworks went off.

In the back of his mind a small voice bit and clawed however; telling him that with each underhanded and dirty trick he was digging himself a deeper hole should Matt ever find out what was really going on—that he was nothing more than a means to get back at Chris for the heartache of years past that never healed. Like all the times before Christian pushed that thought aside; sneering at the very thought. Matt wasn't the brightest crayon in the box in Christian's opinion so he had no worries that he'd ever be found out. Besides even if Matt did find out it would be too late; the damage irreparable. He laughed quietly, his eyes dancing as he crossed his arms over his chest and tuned out the rest of the meeting as his mind conjured all sorts of scenarios; all of them ending in his favor.

***

Matt breathed a sigh of relief when Vince finally called an end to the meeting. He didn't know how much longer he could have lasted listening to Mike and Adam trade extremely dirty sexual innuendos about what they had planned for later. He had risked a glance twice at Glenn's face and he felt sorry for the older man; having no idea that just under the table Glenn was being teased mercilessly by his two young lovers. Like every other early morning meeting everyone took a while to leave; their bodies having fallen asleep on them while their minds made fuzzy notes about what the boss man had been talking about. The small tablet of paper that Matt always brought was covered in doodles and with a hint of smile he pulled the top sheet off and crumpled it before sending it sailing towards the trash can. His toss failed and it bounced off the rim and skittered a couple of inches away from the target; coming to rest next Christian's foot.

"Jeeze Hardy, I thought you could play ball." He teased as he bent over and picked the projectile up and flicked it gracefully into the can.

Matt laughed and finally pulled himself from his seat; grimacing as his back protested the movement and complained loudly at being jarred.

"C'mon Christy, you know Matt knows nothing about sinking balls into holes." Adam grinned as he elbowed Matt playfully in the side. "Even if they were trimmed in hair."

"Like you know anything about it Copeland." Matt shot back; rolling his eyes and turning a light shade of pink as some of the others snickered and hooted. "Real mature guys, what are we, back in high school?" Matt asked as the cat-calling and lewd jokes started getting louder. "Besides what in the hell does Adam's remark have to do with anything?"

"Cause normally I'd say put hair around it, you'll find it. But you can't even do that." Adam brayed as he tugged on Matt's hair.

"I'm outta here ya bunch of jackals."

"We hate to see ya leave Hardy but we love to watch you go…"

Matt had made it maybe ten steps out of catering when he was pulled roughly to the side and shoved into a tiny dark closet. The wind was knocked from him a second later as he was pressed face first against the cold concrete wall; his lips skinned from the contact. A hand wrapped itself in his hair and yanked back until Matt was forced to bend as far back as he could to relieve some of the pressure.

"Hey—" Matt's sentence was cut off by a stinging slap to his rear; the contact making him yelp and jump slightly.

"I'm doing the talking." The words were growled in his ear and with a red face Matt felt his body responding to the gravelly tone that he knew so well. "What is it that they all got that I don't?" Another stinging slap landed, this time on the opposite cheek. "Are they rougher with you than I am? Is that what turns you on Matt?" Teeth clamped down on his ear and Matt cried out in a half whimper-half yelp. "If you liked it rough Matt why didn't you tell me."

The hand in his hair yanked again and Matt heard some of the silken threats give way; a burning sensation tingling through his scalp. It was too much for Matt; his dream from earlier in the morning creeping back up on him as hands groped roughly and teeth bit down and managed to break skin through clothing. With a strangled mewl he pushed back; grinding wantonly against the hard body behind him; biting his lip to keep from whimpering as the action earned him another sound slap.

"Or maybe Christian was right. Maybe you are nothing more than a dirty little whore. Are you a whore Matty? Do you like spreading your legs for everyone? Do you?!"

The once pleasurable sensations gave way to straight pain as Matt was yanked around savagely and pushed back up against the wall; his spine contorting as it was shoved against something hard. In the dim gloom of the small room Chris' eyes glittered; his lips curled back as he stared at Matt, his expression caught somewhere between pain and the dark lust that was only talked about in hushed whispers.

"Answer me dammit!" Chris demanded; his voice cracking.

"N-no."

"No what? No you're not a whore or No you don't like pain?"

"No I'm not a whore." Matt breathed, his legs turning to water as Chris stepped forwards and pressed them together from shoulder to hip.

"Really? Then what about you and Glenn in the shower? What was that?"

Matt cocked his head to the side as he tried to fight through the lingering lust haze that had him in its grip. He had no idea what Chris was talking about; he couldn't remember being in the shower with—Glenn. His eyes widened and he managed to bring one hand up and swipe it down his face; his cheeks burning hotly as he remember the massage after his match with Drew. While it was happening he hadn't thought of what it might have looked like to others, all that he cared about was that the sharp shooting pains were being worked from his back.

"I-I can explain that." Matt started weakly.

"Really?" Chris whispered as he leaned close; his teeth snagging Matt ear lobe again. "Go ahead then, enlighten me as to why Glenn's hands were on what belongs to me."

Matt shivered and opened his mouth but the feel of Chris' hands wandering over his sides then trailing down to his waist drove all thought from his mind.

"I'm waiting Matty." Chris purred.

"See it was-ah-after that match with, um that bald guy…" Matt bit off his sentence and grabbed the back of Chris' head; slamming their lips together as he pressed as close to his blonde counterpart as he could.

After that it was a heated meeting of tongue, teeth and hands as they both grappled from the dominate position. In the end it was Matt that was panting and whining as Chris tormented him; smirking as the younger dark haired man was mere minutes from flat out begging for Chris to take pity and put him out of his sexual misery. Breathing became hard in the humid space, both of them staring hungrily at the other as they panted heavily. Chris lightly drug a finger from the middle of Matt's chest down to the straining bulge in his black cargo pants; Chris' smirk still on his lips as Matt writhed and whimpered incoherently at him.

"What's wrong Matty?" Chris drew teasing circles on the twitching, fabric covered length; his eyes dancing. "Do you want me to help you Matty?" Matt nodded and pressed against Chris' hand; loose strands of his dark curls sticking to his face as sweat made him shine in what little murky light filtered into the closet. "I will, on one condition." Chris gripped Matt's crotch and purred as Matt cried out and arced away from the wall.

"Anything…God please just…" Matt pleaded, his head thrashing from side to side against the concrete as he rocked his hips trying to get some friction from Chris' hold to put an end to the ache that seemed to grow with each thundering beat of his heart.

"Say it Matthew, say you're mine. Only mine." The words were hissed as Chris flicked his tongue against Matt's throat. "Say it and I'll take you heaven Matty."

"O-Only—"

Matt sentence was intruppted by the door to the closet being yanked open and both men being violently tugged out into the hallway. Chris blinked against the harsh new light and growled as he seen Mike and Adam each holding one of Matt's arms as they drug him off; hurling curses at the confused and lust consumed Southerner. Chris scrambled to his feet and started after them only to be pulled to a stop.

"Lemme go you Assclown." He growled as he tried to pull away.

"Jericho, tsk tsk tsk. Don't you know when it's fruitless?" Christian murmured in his ear. "You trespassed on what was theirs. So now because of you Matt's going to be punished."

Chris whirled and shoved Christian away; his anger at the younger Canadian making him see red. Christian stumbled back, losing his balance and sprawling out on the floor as Chris advanced; his lips peeled back from his teeth in an angry snarl.

"YOU!" Chris barked as he reached down and fisted his hand in Christian's shirt. "This is all your god damned fault."

"Blame yourself Jericho." Christian spat as he shoved Chris away and surged to his feet. "All this was brought on by you. Your selfishness, your egotistical pandering and whining. Always looking for something that was right in front of you the entire time." Chris furrowed his brow and stared at the younger man, trying to piece together what has going on through his brain. "Well it's too late Chris. Matt's no longer yours, he's made his choice. He prefers the company of men whom are 'bigger' than you." Christian laughed as Chris shook his head to rid it of the mocking voice. "Tell me Chris, how does it feel to be tossed aside by the one you love? Hmmm? Does feel good?"

"Shut up!"

"No!" Christian grabbed Chris' face and held him still as he continued to talk, his voice cracking with emotion that only showed its face when he was so drunk that he couldn't tell the left from the right and the hidden pain spilled like cheap wine. "Tell me Christopher. Does feel good to know that one you gave your heart to threw it away like a piece of garbage? How does your heart feel? Is it aching in your chest with every beat when you think of someone else's lips caressing the skin that you thought was yours? That someone else's hands are running over muscles and making him cry and moan?" Christian dropped his voice and circled Chris, his eyes pooling with tears as he poured his heart out; the poison that flowed through his veins looking for release. "Now you know how I felt. Now you see how helpless I was as you went on about your life. Face it Chris, Matt doesn't want you. Just like you didn't want me."

"Christian I don't kn—" Chris stopped, the hurt in the younger man's voice bringing back a memory that had been long since buried. "You're still hanging on to what we did all those years ago?" He asked incredibly. "Christy…"

"Don't call me that." Christian cried as he shoved Chris' shoulder; sending the older blonde stumbling backwards.

"Listen, what we had was just a fun little fling. I'm sorry if I led you to believe that it was something more." Chris said softly as he moved back over towards Christian. "Fact of the matter was I was waiting…"

"For Matt?!" Christian spat.

"Back then I didn't know it, but now looking back…yea. I was waiting for Matt." Chris laughed as he made a connection that the more he thought about it the more obvious it was. "Christy you and I were friends. Yes, we played around from time to time but I didn't feel the fire with you that I feel Matt. One look from him turns me to mush; makes me want to do anything to see him smile."

"Why couldn't you feel that with me? What was I lacking that made it so you couldn't love me the way you love him?" Christian begged; his pride having fallen away sometime during his last speech. "Is it his accent? What the hell is it?!"

By then their confrontation had drawn a crowd and Chris burned red as eyes—both sympathetic and condemning turned to him awaiting his answer.

"I-I can't explain it." Chris said simply. "I love Matt, heart and soul, so completely, I love the way he loves me."

The simple words sent a hush through the crowd and with a pat to Christian's shoulder Chris moved through the masses; hoping that one day Christian would be able to find that soul consuming fire that could only be lit by the one person made just for him. Christian fell away from Chris's mind; all that mattered now was that he got his Matty back. Come hell or high water he was getting what was his back—even if he had to fight Glenn, Mike and Adam to get him.