Esha Napoelon, thanks, XD. redsandman99, Chris is adorable. I promise, I'll get to Mor soon enuff ;) I luv miss Jeff and Edge, kinda does put me in the mind of a sad country song. I like some country music, but it's not my favorite. JoMoFan-spot, yeah, I'd like to have Matt and Jeff fighting over Addy. Dean muse: (reading over review) Okay, yeah, but do the grown men have to be so overly gay about it? Terrah: (facepalm) Ugh! Sam, could you yell at your brother in a way that suggests you're in danger, so he'll go check on and pet you and lemme alone? Dean muse: Oh, that's not even funny. Hunter muse: They are kinda overly gay. Christian muse: Hunter has forgotten whose head he dwells in. Matt muse: Apparently. Matt was chosen to cook b/c.. well, would you want Chris trying to cook? Jeri muse: Hey! I resent that! Matt muse: Can you cook, Chrissy? Jeri muse: Uh.. hm.. (huffs) Not the point! Jeff is being a bit of an insensitive prick here. Jeff muse: For the record, once again, not my fic. Hehe, Johnny'd make a fine stripper. Dean muse: Stripper? Where? Every muse besides Jeri: (points to JoMo) Jeri muse: (points to Addy) Jeff: (growls & grabs Chris' arm to twist it backwards) Jeri muse: Ow ow ow.. hey.. ow! Lemme go! Jeff muse: (lets go and glares) Jeri muse: What? (shrugs) Jeff muse: Addy's my stripper only! Matt muse: (clears throat) Jeff muse: & occasionally Matt's. Dean muse: (saunters over to JoMo) Private show? (smirks coyly) Terrah: (perks up) Yes, please.. Play 'Low' and use the stripper room. Mor muse: (gasps) Terrah? Terrah: What? He's driving me batty. I don't see how anyone wouldn't like staring at Adam. Dean muse: (staring at Adam) Edge muse: (starting to feel uncomfortable) Jeff muse: (sighs and drags Adam away) Can't trust these horndogs.. (sighs) Look over them, they're attention deprived and just wanna talk.. I kinda feel bad for Adam.. for some odd reason I just like torturing him. takers dark lover, hehe, Morrison would be worth every penny.


Lost Memories;
Chapter eight/ 'To Be Treated Right'
Rated; M/ L, S (anal, fisting, masturbation, sex in the bathroom, pair I thought I'd never write -blinks-)

'Don't it seem so strange
How it just don't change, yeah
Things just stay the same
As they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some of us are out just to wane
Just out to maim..' To Be Treated, Terry Reid

"So? How are we both feeling today?" The therapist said as he sat down behind his large brown desk. He was an older male. Gray hair and dull olive eyes. Typical looking professional type in brown slacks and a green sweater vest with a beige button up underneath. The man opened a folder out in front of him on his desk and clasped his hands down in front of it. He smiled up at the two that sat not only a few feet away from him on the couch in his office.

"Good. I'm good." Matt nodded, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"And you?" The doctor, whose name tag read 'Rosenberg', tilted his head towards Chris.

Chris nodded and crossed his arms, rubbing them and fighting off a shiver. It was chilly in the room and he had left his jacket in the car like a jackass.

"Wonderful." Rosenberg let out a tired sigh from the general early morning droopiness and glanced down at the file as he adjusted his reading glasses. "Tell me, how do you think your relationship overall is going?"

"I think it's fine, but apparently Matt thinks we have some problems." Chris spoke up, glancing over at Matt.

"Is that true, Mr. Hardy?" Rosenberg asked, peering up and over at Matt.

Matt turned his glance back to the therapist. "Well, no.. Not exactly. I guess I just wanna be sure. I mean, I love Chris. I know he loves me. I just really want to make sure the bond we have is strong, I guess."

"Did anything happen recently in your lives to bring upon the doubt of your bond with one another being strong?" The therapist asked, flipping through the file and writing something down.

"Well, I wouldn't say it was doubt per se.. just my brother, Jeff recently had a long time relationship with one of Chris and I's mutual friends, Adam. We thought they would make it.. get married.. y'know, the whole nine yards.. But recently my brother called it off." Matt explained, shifting in his seat,

"Um-hm, I see. I'm counting that Adam hasn't taken it well then?" Rosenberg said, tapping the pen on his desk as he pondered.

"Well, who would? He loved Jeff deeply.. Look, all I'm saying is Adam and Jeff seemed so in love and out of all of our little circle, they seemed to be the ones who'd make it.. and when they didn't it just.. the possibility that.." Matt swallowed.

Chris had been silent. He was finally starting to figure out why Matt had insisted on this. "Are you scared of losing me, Matty?"

Matt looked over at him and sighed. "I.. I'm.. I guess I'm kinda scared there is a possibility, yes."

"How does that make you feel, Mr. Irvine?" Rosenberg asked as he stopped writing.

"I dunno.. I don't wanna lose Matt either.. I just.." Chris looked back at Matt. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Tell me about Jeff, Mr. Hardy. Is your relationship with your brother strong?" The therapist inquired.

"Yes.. Well, it used to be." Matt sighed. "See, I was twelve and Jeff was just nine when our mother died of brain cancer. That sorta left my father to take care of us and that sorta left everything on me.. cooking, cleaning.. I've taken care of Jeff basically his whole life. I've helped raised him almost."

Rosenberg nodded. "And what about Adam?"

"Adam was/still is my best friend and so is his brother Jay. We've know each other forever." Chris replied.

"And myself and Adam became close when I started seeing Chris around the same time Jeff started seeing Adam." Matt continued.

Rosenberg resumed writing. "And the break-up on Adam?"

"Devastating. I've basically had to play referee between the two of them. Sometimes I don't know how to deal with it. Jeff's my brother.. but here lately, it's like he's someone else.. He started hanging with this wrong crowd and just.." Matt sighed. "He kicked Adam and the rest of us to the curb as well."

"So not only did Adam lose Jeff, but it seems you lost him also." Rosenberg replied wisely.

Matt looked down at the floor, his eyes searching the carpet pointlessly. "Feels that way sometimes."

"And by saying that you feel you have to referee and that you basically raised Jeff, it feels like you're saying you feel responsible for his actions?"

Matt shrugged. "Maybe I do. Kinda."

Rosenberg straightened in his chair and clasped his hands back on top of the desk. "But, Matthew.. Jeff is a grown man. He makes his own decisions in life and only he can be held accountable for those decisions. The same with yourself and with Adam as well."

"I know.." Matt looked up blankly. "But he's my little brother.."

"And Christopher," The old therapist turned to Chris. "How do you feel about Jeff hurting one of your long time friends?"

It was the blonde's turn to gaze at the ugly brown carpeting. "I still hate that Jeff did this."

"Hate is such a strong word to describe your partner's brother." Rosenberg said as he sat back in his chair.

"Well, it's not that I hate Jeff. I don't. I'm about as disappointed in him as Matt is. There's one thing about it, Jeff has changed. I think Matt's just kinda afraid we'll change too." Chris looked over at Matt.

Matt slightly nodded.

"You two seem almost consumed with what everyone else is doing, in my opinion. Matt seems to have the weight of everything crushing down on him. I think what is best is that you both stop focusing so much on everyone else's best interests and focus on just the two of you." Rosenberg glanced at his watch and muttered that their time had ended before writing something down and closing the file. "I'll see you two back in a week. Is that alright?"

--xx--

"I think he was a quack." Chris muttered as they reached the car in the parking lot.

Matt got out his keys and pressed the little button to unlock the doors. "I think he was insightful. He could be right."

"Matty, he basically just told us to abandon our friends. Who does that?" Chris said from the passenger side. He opened his door and ducked inside about the same time Matt did.

"I dunno, Chrissy, but I'm.." Matt sighed, reaching for his seat belt. "Never mind."

"Is that what this is about; you're scared of losing me because you lost Jeff?" Chris asked, snapping his belt in place.

Matt shoved the key in the ignition and started the car up. "Maybe.. If Adam and Jeff can fail..?" Matt stopped and looked down, his hands on the steering wheel.

Chris reached over and placed a hand on Matt's arm, looking at the dark-haired male softly. "But we're not Adam and Jeff. They're them. We're us. Big difference."

Matt smiled a bit over at his lover, reaching over to pat Chris' hand that rested on his arm. "Yeah. I hope you're right, Chrissy."

Chris grinned arrogantly. "I'm always right."

--xx--

Jeff looked over at Randy and wondered if he'd made the right choice.

Randy grinned at him and Jeff gave a small smile back.

He was so used to it, it didn't even feel genuine.

Of course he made the right decision. It was better this way.

--xx--

And so life went on, time passed. But Phil would still lie awake at night, grasping at emptiness next to him in the dark. He'd still have dreams. Some nightmarish and other's just sad. One night he broke the vase and he heard Johnny crying, saying, 'Why did you kill my roses, Philly...? Why are you doing this..? You don't love me no more?'

One night Phil opened his eyes and saw the tub overflowing, the water spewing out from the faucet a deep red. And then he'd think about the kiss he shared with Adam. He kept thinking about it, actually. Couldn't get it out of his mind. Then he'd wonder if that really was considered cheating. And if it should be considered cheating. He had always been loyal to Morrie back then. Always. Morrison was gone now. So why was it so damn bad that Phil found himself thinking about another man?

Adam was hurting. Drowning slowly. He needed someone... Phil needed someone...

--xx--

And Matt would wonder where he went wrong by Jeff. He had been a good brother... Right?

And Chris would say, "Relax, Matty, it's natural for little brothers to rebel."

"At 32?" Matt would reply.

--xx--

Adam downed another shot. Slamming the glass down on the bar. His vision was starting to get a little hazy. He placed his hands on top of the bar, shaking off the slight dizzy feeling.

"Okay, Addy, I think you've had enough." Hunter took the glass away.

Adam rolled his eyes around to look at him. "Dun call me Addy.. Jeffy called me that and Jeffy's a mean ole poopy head." Adam then started giggling, slapping his hand down on the bar top and laying his hand down on his folded up arm.

Hunter sighed irritably as Adam's giggle fit ensued. "Oh, you've definitely had enough."

"But I'm not drunk." Adam protested, raising his head and looking at the club's owner with tired hazel green eyes.

"No, but you're annoying me." Hunter replied wiping down the counter.

Adam glared at him, huffing out a sarcastic "Fine," before tossing down some bills and staggering off. "Stupid Hunter.. 'M'not drunk.. D's'nt know what he's talking 'bout."

Adam stopped and held his dizzy head. Wincing as he looked around the dance floor. The lights and bodies dancing to the ambient beat were all swirling and just plainly refused to stay still. Adam screwed his eyes shut tightly.

"Hey there, pretty thang." A voice said beside him. A thick southern-like draw. Deeper than the one he had once knew to use those exact same words when picking him up in this very club years ago.

Adam turned to the source of the voice. Forcing his eyes to focus on the source. Adam blinked and the smirking face of a short-haired brunette became clear. Blue eyes searching Adam as the man chewed on his bottom lip, his mouth tugged into a lusty smirk.

"Who me?" Adam asked before he could stop himself.

"Yes, you. Tell me, what's a gorgeous thing like yourself doing here all by yourself? It's not safe out." The man said, his accent thick and rich.

"Really?" Adam smirked coyly. "It's not safe, or are you not safe?" Adam said lowly, stepping forward to the close the gap between himself and the brunette.

He smiled as he watched Adam brush his fingers up his bare forearm. "Oh, I'm plenty safe, doll. But there might be others out who wouldn't mind thinking you could be a fresh fine meal for the taking." He said, reaching up to twirl a piece of Adam's kinked hair through his fingers.

Adam shuddered at the touch and closed his eyes. "I'm not scared of them."

"Really? Sure you couldn't use some company? Pretty babe like yourself shouldn't dare be alone in a place like this. Name's Ted, by the way." Ted smirked, scanning Adam's facial features.

"Adam." The blonde replied. "Wanna dance?" He asked smally, his heart thumping in his chest. He had no clue what he was doing. He never came here to talk, or mingle. He just wanted to drink, go piss and then go back to Matt's and sleep for about a week. Now this Ted here was up breathing in his space and Adam didn't know why he wasn't telling him to scram.

"Only if that's what you want?" Ted was closer now, his hips almost touching Adam's. Adam wanted to flinch away, that was instinct. But he didn't, just nodded and let Ted lead him out to the dance floor.

Adam shut his eyes, his arms wrapped around Ted's neck and Ted's hands gripping to the small of his back, pulling him closer as they swayed to the slow beat of the song. Adam swallowed thickly as he felt Ted's warm breath on his neck. The two talked amongst the music and the other noises of the nightclub. Same ole "You from around here..? Really? I've never saw you.." type banter. Adam just went with it.

Time passed, the beat had changed, somehow the two found themselves in a darker, more secluded part of the club. Ted had Adam pressed against some trunks and shit that were in the desolate corner, his fingers tangling in Adam's hair as Ted kissed and sucked on Adam's neck, sending nice little twinges to all the right-- and the wrong-- places.. Adam closed his eyes, hands grabbing at Ted's shoulders and clinging to his shirt. Ted's hands moved to wrap around Adam's waist, trailing down his lower back and groping his ass before lifting him up underneath his legs and sitting the blonde down on one of the trunks.

Adam shuddered as Ted nipped at his throat, his lips brushing along the blonde's neck-line before moving up to find Adam's own set of full lips. Kissing the blonde hungrily and sliding his tongue inside his warm mouth to lap at Adam's own. Adam groaned hazily, feeling Ted's arousal through both their jeans as the younger man grinded against him between his legs. Adam's heart clinched. Arguing with his head-- and his.. other head-- till Adam was dizzy. He hadn't been with anyone but Jeff, since Jeff. Only Jeff...

Jeff Jeff Jeff.

Jeff fucking did this to him.

Adam whimpered as Ted bit on his bottom lip, tugging on it just a bit before licking across the arousal swollen flesh. Ted pulled back and smirked, eyes dancing with arrogantly horny lust. Adam watched him, his cock twitching treacherously in his own jeans, that were starting to feel way too fucking tight, as Ted licked his lips.

"You're beautiful, Adam.." Ted panted under arousal.

Adam blinked as Phil flashed before his eyes. Those olive eyes and that faux arrogant smirk. Adam flashed back to their kiss.. Then a harsh voice interrupted his psyche.

"You really think that's what happened? I took Jeff and made him a bitch..? Like you were his bitch?"

"You have a lot of balls, bitch... You may as well get over it, Addy. Jeff is mine now."

"Or what, Adam? What's a bitch like you gonna do to me? You're so pathetic, Adam, you can't function anymore."

Adam swallowed determinedly. Shaking off Randy's cold-hearted words and reaching up to grab Ted's face with both hands and pull him closer, mashing their lips together and kissing the younger male hard. Greedily. If Jeff could whore around, so could he. Who was to stop him or care any fucking way? Ted's hands ran up Adam's back under his t-shirt as Adam wrapped his long legs around Ted's waist, using them to pull him even closer. Adam moaned as he felt Ted yank on his hair a bit, pulling his head back and breaking the heated kiss.

"Take me.." Adam purred as Ted's lips sucked at his throat. "Uhm.. bathroom.. now.. please.."

Ted pulled back, his breathing deep and husky. "Sure?"

Adam nodded and Ted stepped back, helping him hop down from the trunk before leading him to the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty and Ted locked the door behind them. Adam took a second to try and steady himself. He felt like jello, and deep down he knew this wasn't right.. But he didn't care. He was on fire. Drunk with a different kind of something and he just needed to, for once, drown in it. Jeff didn't care. Matt Jay or Chris didn't care.. Phil didn't care.. Why should he?

Adam found himself pushed against the wall, Ted up against him, grinding their hips together as they continued their make-out session. Fingers twisted in hair and in clothes as small moans escaped Adam's throat. The blonde let out a whimpered whine as he felt Ted's hand slip down into the front of his pants, pushing the underwear out of his way before sliding on down inside and locating his cock.

"Oh, god.. shit.." The blonde murmured pitifully as Ted fondled him under his jeans.

"Like that, Adam..? So nice and hard for me.." Ted purred lustfully next to his ear as he gently squeeze Adam's cock, slowly rubbing up and down the length.

Adam let out an incoherent noise as a response. It had been so damn long.. and he was so fucking hard that it almost hurt to be touched. Adam whined in protest as the hand was took away long enough for Ted to unfasten Adam's belt and then his jeans, folding the sides down and pushing them down past his aching erection. Adam's hands held tightly to Ted's shoulders as he felt Ted's fingers wrap around his dick, stroking him roughly.

"Uhm... please.. no foreplay.. just fuck me.. please.. need you inside me.." The blonde begged, clawing desperately at Ted's shirt. Ted growled sexfully next to Adam's neck, nipping next to his ear lobe before quickly working to get Adam's jeans off and his own unfastened.

"Do you have any lube, sweetheart?" Ted asked as he helped coax Adam forward on the vanity sink.

Adam glanced back and shook his head. "No.. just do it.. please.. I want it to hurt.." Adam murmured, looking back forward and avoiding looking at his reflection in the mirror. He nodded as he thought he heard Ted ask him if he was sure.

The real answer was; No, not entirely.. Adam's heart was in his stomach. He flinched as he felt Ted's leaking cockhead press against his pucker. Hissing as he felt it-- as easily as possible-- pushing past his entrance. Searing pain shot up the blonde's spine as Ted's cock stretched his hole. It hurt so fucking bad, but he didn't care. Adam knew true pain. God, this wasn't it. Adam cried out as Ted pushed on inside, ripping him, tearing him. Nearly taking his fucking breath.

Ted placed one hand on Adam's back, reaching around to rub Adam's tummy with the other. "You, okay..? Just relax.." The younger male soothed gently.

Adam let out a shaky breath. "I'm okay.. just please... fuck me.. please.." Adam gasped out, his voice strained and his teeth bared down so hard he thought they'd surely crack under the pressure.

"Just tell me if.. and I'll stop.."

Adam nodded, holding his breath as Ted started to thrust, slowly at first. Being urged on by Adam bucking back into him, murmuring 'harder' breathlessly. Biting down into his bottom lip so fucking hard, that Adam almost drew blood.

Ted's hands gripped Adam's hips, holding to the blonde tightly as he pounded him against the sink. The gorgeous blonde was so tight.. so warm and snug on his aching cock. And Adam's ass looked amazing wiggling back into him like he was. Adam clawed at the sink, fingertips squeaking across the fake marble. The blonde squeezed his eyes shut tightly, fighting off the tears that threatened them. Moaning and whimpering with every one of Ted, some stranger he met at a fucking night club's, hard deep thrusts. The sounds of sex doing very little to drown out his thoughts. Later, the blonde knew that him and a bottle of Jack would have to have a very long talk about this, but right now, Adam just didn't give a fuck anymore.

"Harder... please.. oh, god.." Adam's eyes snapped open as Ted brushed his prostate, drawing attention to his own cock as it throbbed and leaked between his legs. Adam laid his head down on the sink as he reach underneath himself, taking hold of his dick and rubbing himself vigorously. Voices swelled in Adam's head. Jeff's empty promises. Randy's arrogant bullshit. Matt's condescending bullshit.. and Phil's coaxing voice. All louder and menacing.. all threatening to destroy him slowly.

"Ohm.. so pretty.. fuck, yeah.." Ted murmured, leaning back to get a good look at his dick sliding in and out of the blonde. Adam swallowed, shuddering as he felt Ted's fingers ghost lightly up his spine. Memories echoing in his head.

"So pretty, Addy... My Addy.." Jeff purred against Adam's neck as his hips gently swayed between the blonde's splayed legs as Adam sat up on the counter. "All mine.." Jeff pecked him softly on the neck, moving up and leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up to Adam's cheek.

"Hmm.." Adam echoed his lover's sweet purr. "You're so sure about that, huh?" The blonde smirked.

Jeff smiled and pecked Adam on the mouth before brushing his lips across Adam's own, flicking his tongue and lightly licking the delicate pink flesh. "Positive. And no one can ever change that." Jeff's arms coiled around Adam's waist, snuggling into the blonde's chest as he pulled the taller male closer. Breathing in the sweet scent of his Addy...

Adam shook his head. He could feel it building.. everything building higher.. dragging him down.. deeper.. harder... Ted pulled out, shoving back inside the blonde hard and causing Adam to yell out, cumming instantly all over his fingers and on the floor. Adam laid there, bent over the sink, panting heavily as Ted plunged in and out of him. He didn't realize when Ted had came. He just felt Ted pull out. Adam numbly raised up and got his jeans, putting them on as Ted fixed his own.

Adam vaguely remembered Ted scribbling down a number on a piece of paper, telling Adam he was leaving town in a couple days, if Adam wanted to hook up again, to call. Ted gave Adam one more kiss before they parted ways. Adam was pretty sure this wouldn't happen again.. He really didn't think he would call.


Okay, that felt kinda wrong.. Addy's not in the right frame of mind tho.. Jeff muse: (tapping foot) Neither are you. Terrah: Shut up. Dean muse: Once again, I did offer up my services. (smirks) Jeff muse: (growls) Note; Jeff muse added the little Jedam flashback. I'm not sure where the hell all that came from. For one, I needed someone who wasn't already a big part of the story to flirt with Addy. It couldn't be Randy and it wasn't supposed to turn to sex! But I just picked Ted at random.. I dunno what muse to blame this on, but Jeff was pissed! Luckily, I bribed him off w/ Skittles and he decided to drop it.. for now.. Okay, Ted's not gonna try and steal Addy. It can be wrote off as a mistaken one night standish type thing, and that's all. I will get to Addy and Phil's relationship and to healing Adam beginning next chap. For the therapist dude I could'a used some wrestler, but didn't.. I got the name Rosenberg from the lawyer off GTA: Vice City.

I went w/ 'To Be Treated' by Terry Reid (which I've loved since I heard it in The Devil's Rejects) b/c I've wanted to use that song, I think it's a beautiful song, but the words don't seem to match up. Oh, wellz :P