As always thnx 4 tha support for this twisted fic. AnonymousPunk, I dun think I have an idea either.. well, maybe a couple O.o Evil Matt is fun. NeroAnne, why do Matt and Adam both have to be so damn hott?! I wanna write an orgy, but it'll be a challenge. Renna 33, thank you, XD! Glad I still got it. Animal Luvr 4 Life, no, Addy can't die. Randy tortured? (ponders) Hum? slashdlite, you are right about Jeffy here :) Esha Napoleon, it wouldn't surprise me if I did an orgy either :P Seraphalexiel, the triangle has even me at a loss. Matty deserves love too, but so does Addy. ajah, and now I wanna have Matt torture Edge and make Jeff watch. Eh, the possibilities are limitless.


Sold to a Hardy;

Chapter nine/ 'Seeking Comfort'
Rated; M/ L, (adult content and themes of violence)

Jeff stopped abruptly, gaping at the sight that lay before him. He looked from Edge to his brother. Matt smirked and cleared his throat. Not intimidated by Jeff in the slightest.

"Let's go, Jeff." Matt commanded, motioning toward the door.

"Like hell." Jeff snapped, he looked back at his brother as he leaned down to check on Adam.

Matt stared at him, slightly hurt. Jeff lifted Adam up, looking over the marks on his face.

"Matt?" Jeff asked, frightened, "What have you done?"

"Broken him." Matt snarled.

Jeff glanced back at him, "This is a human being, damn it."

"Edge's not human. He can't be." Matt replied, bitterly.

Jeff shook his head, holding to his Addy. He didn't know what to make of the situation. Until Edge pushed him away.

"Adam, it's only me." Jeff reach out for him again.

Edge scooted away fearfully. "I know who the fuck it is. Stay the fuck away from me. Both of you." He snapped, literally crawling to his pants. Wincing as he put them on.

Jeff's eyes shifted, darting from Adam to his brother. His heart was pounding. Edge grabbed his boots and put them on.

"Ad.. Adam.. I'm not gonna hurt you.." Jeff reach out for him again, only to have his hand swatted away.

"Don't touch me! Stay the fuck away from me, Jeff!" Edge snapped, he glared up at Matt, very slowly standing and fastening his jeans.

All he had to do now was grab his shirt. Every movement hurt. Edge bent down, picking up his shirt. Crying out in agony, stumbling forward. Jeff caught him, only to be shoved away again. Matt only stood back watching, amused.

"Adam.. I'm sorry.. please.." Jeff whimpered. He didn't understand.

"You're not worth it." Edge growled, watching as Jeff's heart literally snapped in two.

Jeff's green eyes filled with tears, his chin quivering. This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. Edge pulled his shirt on and walked out. Matt watched him, ignoring his brother as Jeff was starting to cry. He had won, Edge didn't want Jeff anymore. Matt was startled, however, when he found himself shoved into the roll of lockers.

"Jeff, what the fucking hell?!" Matt snapped, standing erect and glaring at Jeff.

"Fuck you, Matty! Why did you have to fucking.." Jeff trailed off tiredly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Matt watched his brother. He had rarely saw Jeff this upset. Jeff just collapsed on the bench that also occupied the room. Matt blinked. His brother had his head in his hands, his hair falling down over his face, covering it as he cried.

"Jeffro?" Matt reach out to touch him.

"Leave me alone, Matt!" The younger Hardy shouted angrily.

Matt retracted his hand, thinking better of it.

"He'll get over it, shesh." He tried to play it off as normal.

"You raped him!" Jeff looked up at his brother. Tears making pretty little trails down his cheeks.

"Come on, Jeff. This is Edge we're talking about." He tried to say it as a joke. But it just wasn't.

Jeff sniffed and redirected his gaze back down.

Matt sighed, "Why do you care so much? You didn't a few days ago."

"I'm.." Jeff took a deep breath, "I love him, Matty." He whimpered.

Matt stepped back, almost a feeling of death claiming him. "I..I thought you loved me?"

The younger man stared forward, choking on sobs. "I love you both! We coulda all been so fucking happy. You had to fuck that up. I'll never forgive you for this. Remember that!" Jeff growled, getting up and stalking to the door.

"Jeffro, d'you really think we all coulda been happy together?" Matt asked. Seriously, it was absurd.

Jeff turned back to him. "Not now."

With that, Matt watched his brother leave the room. Matt closed his eyes tightly, clinching his fists.

"SHIT!" He screamed, tossing some random shit from the bench to the floor.

--xx--

Adam limped past the locker rooms. He was in so much fucking pain. But, be damned he let Jeff 'heal' him again. Maybe it was true; Don't touch another man's property. Matt was never going to get the fuck over it, not if both of them lived to be a million. He could have left Adam alone. Not bought his damn contract. He would have never went after Jeff. But, Matt's still psychotically pissed about Amy. He'll never fucking let it die. Who has her now, huh? Do either of them have her now!? NO! She's a ghost. Vapor. Yet, Matt's still vengeful. It's childish and pathetic.

Edge winced, walking into his locker room and slamming the door, locking it.

He stopped, catching his breath. He was hurting so damn bad. Slowly, Adam forced himself to take off his clothes. Every movement made him ache more. But, he managed to get undressed and into the showers. He adjusted the water, letting it wash over him. Running down over his head. Maybe he'd fucking drown. That'd be nice, because now he was up a shit creek. Now, he'd have to deal with this fucking empty feeling in his chest.

'Is Jeff worth this?' Edge shook his head, 'No. He's not fucking worth it.'

Edge cried out again, bracing himself against the tile wall. Fucking Hardy boys. Couldn't leave him alone. Had to do this to him. It wasn't his asshole. That would fucking heal. It was his damn heart. It was shattered now. Edge rubbed his hands over his face. Jeff was Matt's. He'd never be his. So, no, it wasn't worth the fight. He thought about it all the other night. Laying in an undisclosed hotel room he had rented right after he had heard all the commotion in the Hardy room. He got his shit and went to a cheap motel for the rest of the night. He just laid there. Thinking. Trying to come to terms with it all.

Shit, he could've had Randy Orton. Randy loved him. Took care of him. Stood by him when no one else would. Randy loved Adam as he was. Without condemning him for his wretched past, or the fuck-ups in his life. He told Randy he wasn't gay. He couldn't be with a dude. He loved Randy like a friend, like a fucking brother. He broke Randy's heart. The fucking truth; Adam wanted Jeff. Always had. And he came so fucking close, only, he lost it. He hated Jeff for doing this to him. Seeking him out and making him believe he was interested. Only to be lured in with Matt. Jeff was a fucking lure for Matt to get his revenge. Jeff didn't give a damn about him. The other night was proof, giving him away all for a hand job. Because he wouldn't let Adam take care of it for him. Had to go to Matt. Had to go to big brother.

He hated Jeff for bringing this shit back up in him. But, yet.. he couldn't hate him at all. He loved him, and he loved what he'd never have. Why crave what's forbidden? Jeff just wasn't worth it. Matt could have him. The only problem now was; his contract.

Edge got out and dried himself off, slowly redressing. A loud pounding at his door brought him quickly to attention.

"I said, leave me alone, Jeff. I want nothing to do with you. You and your brother are sick!" Edge called assuming it was him.

"Uh.. Adam.. it's Randy." The thick voice said from the other side.

Edge pushed his wet hair back and opened the door.

Randy stood on the other side, nearly gasping when he saw Adam's face.

"Did... did Taker do that tonight?" Randy asked.

"No. Matt Hardy did this." Edge snapped.

"Matt?" Orton wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Yeah, apparently I'm.." Edge stopped, he didn't need Randy involved. He had put the kid through enough.

"What?" Randy asked slowly.

Edge shook his head, "Come in, why don't you?"

He held the door open for the younger man to enter. Randy nodded, passing him as he entered the room. Edge looked out the door into the hallway, closing it shut behind him. He relocked it. Randy stared at him, afraid to ask.

"You alright, Adam?" He swallowed.

"No, Randy, I'm not alright, okay? I am fucked, badly. And there is nothing I can do to get out of it. I've had people look my contract over, there's not a single loophole. I'm screwed. If I don't please Matt fucking Hardy, he's liable to shred my contract, and then I'll get sued." Adam ran his fingers through his hair.

Randy blinked, shaking his head, "Whoa, back the hell up.. 'please Matt Hardy'?"

Adam slouched his shoulders. He had said too much.

"What is he doing to you, man? Please him? Y'mean in the ring, right?" Randy probed deeper.

Adam shook his head.

"How the fuck do you mean then, Adam?" His voice barely below alarming, "I want to know. What's he doing to you?"

"It's nothing, Orton. Leave it alone. He'll probably shred my contract anyway for hurting Jeff's feelings. He didn't want me touching him anyway..." Adam looked down dolefully, biting on his top lip.

"Touching Jeff? Adam, have you two..? No.. You're not gay. You screamed that at me two years ago. Am I missing something?" Orton looked at him through frightened eyes.

Adam swallowed, looking down.

"Shit, Adam. You're in love with Jeff, aren't you?" The younger man inquired.

Adam shook his head. "No, not anymore. I'm done with him."

Randy sighed, walking over and retrieving a first aid kit from a shelf.

"Have a seat, Adam. Please, I'm gonna clean you up." Randy said softly.

Adam shook his head. 'No, Jeff did that.'

Randy sighed again and got out a alcohol pad. He ripped it open and moved it toward Adam's cuts. Edge flinched back.

"Looks like he did this with his fingernails. What else did he do to you?" Randy asked, his blue eyes thoughtful.

"Randy, you're my friend, and I know you care about me.. so, if you do, let it go. Okay?" Adam almost pleaded.

"Only if you let me clean you up. If this is from his nails, it could get infected." Randy touched the pad to his face. Gently wiping across the wounds.

Adam winced, holding his breath at the stinging the alcohol caused. Randy softly cupped the side of his face. Brushing his fingers gently across Adam's skin in a soothing motion.

"I'm sorry, Randy." Adam muttered.

"For what?" Randy folded the small pad and lightly rubbed it over another area. Wincing as Adam did.

Adam closed his eyes, sighing. "For treating you like shit."

"You never treated me like shit, Adam. You didn't love me. I understood. It's not about being gay or straight, Adam. You didn't love me." It was sad, but Randy knew it was true.

"That's not true. I do love you, Ran.. just not the way you need me too." Adam shifted his position, grunting in pain. He felt slightly light-headed.

"Adam?" Randy asked fearfully.

Adam gasped, grabbing onto Randy for support, trying to hold himself up. But, he couldn't, Randy barely caught him as he fainted.

--xx--

Randy sat by the hospital bed in a chair, his hands clasped together tightly as he looked forward. That's where he had taken Adam. No 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts'. Adam, who currently sat on the bed, claimed he injured himself in the ring. That's what he told the doctors and all their damn probing.

"You're damn lucky, you know?" Randy finally spoke.

"It's not bad, Randy. They'd said I'd live, I didn't loose too much blood. I don't require surgery. Leave me alone." Adam sighed. At least they gave him some cream medication to help him heal.

"This shit doesn't happen in the fucking ring!" Randy pointed out.

"Well, it did. I wrestled Undertaker for three sold matches in a roll. I endured endless torture in those matches. I'm fine, I'll heal." Edge growled.

"Why are you protecting him!?" Randy demanded, turning his gaze to Adam.

"Who?" Adam asked dumbly.

"Well, I dunno.. Matt, or Jeff? Who did this to you?" Randy glared at him. He was sick of Adam playing dumb.

"What the hell do you mean?" Adam shifted, wincing as he picked up his jeans as they lay on the bed.

"You've been raped by one of them." Orton finally blurted out his suspicions.

Adam scoffed, "That's bullshit, Randy. Now, the doctor said as soon as I got dressed, I could go. So, move it, I don't need you in here helping me." He motioned him toward the door.

Randy growled and left the room.

--xx--

The car ride back didn't offer any knowledge, as Adam just stared out the fucking window, not talking. Randy didn't ask. He just saw Adam back to his hotel room. Walking him to the door.

The younger man looked down at the floor, then back up at his friend. "Want me to stay, Adam? I'm not gonna expect nothing of you, just incase one of them.."

"I'm fine, Randy, really. I don't need a hero, okay?" Adam wished he'd stop. He didn't need Matt going after Randy too.

"I'm not trying to be a hero, just a friend. I wish you'd tell me, but obviously you're not going to, so, just let me make you feel like you got someone who gives a damn." Randy offered, looking up into Adam's eyes.

--xx--

Jeff peeked around the corner, his emerald eyes widening when he saw Randy with Adam. He done told Matt he'd kill him if he threatened Adam anymore that night.

"I care about you, Adam. Whether it's as a lover, or just friends. Please, just let me help." Randy spoke gently.

Jeff seethed. Randy and Addy? His Addy.

--xx--

Adam saw Jeff out of the corner of his eye. Jeff didn't notice. His first instinct being to yell at Hardy for stalking. He'd feel like shit for what he was about to do later. Adam took hold of Randy's head.

"I appreciate you, Randy. I really do. But, you can't save me, you can't help me. And if you confront Matt, or Jeff, you'll just make it worse. Let me handle it, okay?" Adam wet his lips.

Randy sighed and nodded, looking down with just his eyes. His gaze was quickly directed back up as he felt Adam press his lips to his.

--xx--

It took every bit of Jeff not to snap. He held onto the side of the corner wall, digging his nails almost into the panelling. Why was Adam kissing Randy? He didn't love Orton... did he?

Jeff whimpered.

This fucking sucked. This fucking hurt. Why was Addy trying to hurt him? What did he do? Jeff bit down on his bottom lip, wincing as he nearly drew blood. He knew what he did. Because of him, Matty raped his Addy.

--xx--

Randy stood shocked, he'd waited so long for this.. but shit, it didn't seem right. Adam was confused and in love with Jeff. Who was probably abusing him. Maybe Matt too, or both? Randy was with Cody, but he just knew Cody was cheating on him with Ted. Randy stood as the one confused, now. All he really wanted was Adam. Randy opened his mouth, accepting the kiss as it got deeper, more passionate.

Randy brought his hand up to the side of Adam's face, touching gently to his hair. He loved how soft it was, how wonderful it smelled. How gentle and soft Adam's lips were despite the cut. That Adam claimed came from the match as well. Adam broke and looked into Randy's eyes. His breathing slightly hitched with a mild arousal. The blonde male smiled.

"You can stay if you want, I don't mind." Adam swallowed.

"Only if you want me too." Randy whispered.

Edge nodded, and turned to unlock the door.

--xx--

Jeff stood still as death, watching Randy follow Adam into the hotel room. Watching the door close behind them.

"No.. no.." Jeff whimpered.

This couldn't happen. Adam was finally his. Orton couldn't take him away.

Jeff looked around, seeing it was all clear before he slowly made his way over to the door. He ran his fingers gently over the wooded finish. Wondering if he should knock. Jeff gently pressed his ear to the door, listening. His fingers still clawing lightly on the door. He hated himself. He gave what was his away, for a hand job that Adam was more than willing to give him, probably more. Jeff winced, listening. This was killing him.


Aw, Jeff.. His little heart is broken. He's so hurt and torn in two. I wanted this to have lotza Adam/Jeff! What happened?! I think I turned Jeff into a stalker. It seems Jeff thinks Adam is his, but Matt thinks Jeff is his.. and maybe Adam as well? Imma just see where it takes me. Really no matter how I pair them up; Matt/Jeff/Adam/Randy.. they're still all fucking hott!!

I am actually trying my damnest to take everyone's opinions into consideration. But, not everyone can get their way. Damn, not even the writer. This was supposed to be for horny fun. It got twisted. How does that keep happening?! Oh, well, I'm still gonna showcase horny fun. Wonder what Randy and Addy's gonna do?

And, no, even though Matt's pretty psycho right now, this will not turn in the way of 'Captive'... I hope O.o