Title: The Fire in Your Eyes
Author: NeroAnne (combo of Trish/Jeff's middle names.)
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and the rest of the wrestlers in this fic, unfortunately, I don't.
Setting: Back when they Hardy Boyz still had Lita, back when Jeff and Matt were just youngin's and back when people like Triple H and Undertaker ruled.
Summary: Matt Hardy loves his baby brother, Jeff. He loves him more than Jeff will ever realize…but what he doesn't know is that there are other people who love Jeff…people who love him in a very frightening way.
Chapter 9.
Matt tied his hair back loosely, staring at Jeff through the reflection of the mirror.
Jeff was sitting with his knees up to his chest, quietly watching whatever was playing on TV. He didn't even bother to dye his hair; instead it was its original blonde color. He wore one of Matt's shirts, and a pair of pajama bottoms.
"Jeff?" Matt whispered. "If you don't want to go out tonight, you can tell me."
Jeff smiled, "Nah, its okay…I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself…going out sounds like a good thing."
Matt smiled back, "So, you planning on going in that?" he gestured towards the clothes Jeff was wearing.
Jeff giggled, "Course not." He stood, making his way to the bathroom, "Imma shower."
Matt nodded, "Alright."
-30 minutes later-
"Damn, Jeff…I thought you drowned or something," Matt exclaimed when his brother finally came out of the bathroom.
Jeff pouted, toweling off his long hair, "I felt dirty, and I had to put my pants on." The black pants dangled low on his hips.
Matt chuckled, "Alright, alright…" he fiddled with his silk black shirt. "Stupid thing," he grumbled, trying to straighten it out.
"Here," Jeff tugged a red shirt on before walking over to Matt. He slowly began buttoning up Matt's shirt, and when he was done, he gently ran his hands over Matt's broad shoulders and chest, smoothing out any wrinkles.
Matt shuddered. He could feel Jeff's fingers ghost across his chest, and when Jeff's left hand rested above his heart, he placed his own hand on top of it, clasping them together.
Jeff blinked, before looking up at Matt. He could feel his heartbeat beneath their hands and he blushed slightly, his eyes darkening.
Matt watched, dazed as Jeff's tiny tongue snuck out to look his lips. Breathing deeply, Matt leaned closer to Jeff.
'Oh god…he's going to kiss me…' Jeff thought. He closed his eyes leaning closer to his brother.
Matt closed the distance, gently lowering his lips onto Jeff's.
Jeff wrapped his arms around Matt's neck, tilting his head, trying to deepen the kiss. He could feel Matt's arms wrap around his waist and he sighed contentedly.
Matt took advantage of the sigh and stuck his tongue into Jeff's mouth, kissing him harder. He could feel Jeff's tongue against his, and he let out a small growl of pleasure.
Jeff whimpered when Matt finally broke the kiss for air, both of them breathing hard. He looked up at his brother, shivering at the fire in his eyes. "Matt…"
Matt sighed, and slowly released Jeff, "I'm sorry," he murmured, before turning back to the mirror.
Jeff tilted his head, "Why?" he whispered, a bit afraid to hear the answer.
Matt glared at his reflection, "Because it shouldn't have happened, we're brothers…and you were raped…you're traumatized and I probably made it worse."
Jeff shook his head, "No, Matt…I wanted it! If I didn't, don't you think I would be freaking out right about now?"
Matt frowned, looking away, "Regardless…I still shouldn't have done-"
Jeff forced Matt to look at him and kissed him again, only this time, harder. He forced his tongue into Matt's mouth. When Matt didn't react to the kiss, he pulled away, his eyes shining with tears. "Matt…please…"
"Jeff…don't make this harder than it needs to be. It was a mistake, and I'm really sorry…but that's how I feel." Matt winced, watching the tears slide down Jeff's face.
"You're a liar…" Jeff whispered fiercely, "That time…that time I twisted my ankle, you were gonna kiss me then!"
Matt opened his mouth to answer, but the knock on the door stopped him. "Damn it," he murmured.
Jeff wiped his eyes, turning the other way. "I don't want to go anymore."
Matt rolled his eyes, "Tough, because you're going."
"No, I'm not." Jeff hissed.
Matt smirked, "Yes, you are."
"Make me!"
-5 minutes later-
'He made me…' Jeff thought miserably, staring out the car window. He ignored Matt, who was driving. Adam, Jay, Amy and Trish were in the backseat. Trish on Amy's lap, and Jay on Adam's.
"Where are we even going?" Amy asked.
Matt shrugged, "Who knows."
Jay grinned, "How about we go skating?"
Jeff shifted in his seat.
Matt smirked, "I'm up for it. Do you want to, Jeffy?"
Jeff glared heatedly at him, a light blush on his face.
Trish blinked, "Jeff?"
Matt snickered, "Pretty Jeffy can't skate."
Adam laughed loudly, "Jeff can't skate!?"
"Bite me, Adam…" Jeff grumbled.
"So you can ride motorcycles, draw, sing, do weird flips, ride a jet ski, but you can't skate!?"
Jeff bit his bottom lip.
"Stop that." Matt ordered, watching Jeff abuse his lower lip.
Jeff ignored him.
"Really wish I had put on a different shirt, then…" thinking back to the kiss, Matt shook his head, "Never mind."
"Alright! Skating it is!" Amy yelled happily.
Jeff whined the rest of the way.
"Ouch…" Jeff stood up, rubbing his bottom tenderly. He frowned, watching everyone skate away. This was the fifth time he fell.
"That's it!" He cried out, frustrated. He stood, holding onto the rail and began pulling himself towards a bench. Once there, he sat down, wincing in pain. "Great…I bruised my ass, again."
He kicked off the skates, pulling on his shoes. Waving the middle finger to his brother, who was laughing along with Adam, he waited.
'Two days…that's how long we have till we face Stone Cold…Stephanie…and Hunter…' Jeff closed his eyes. 'What am I going to do? I can barely stand to see someone who even resembles him…what do I do when I actually start fighting him?'
"Jeff?"
Looking up, Jeff noticed Matt watching him with a concerned look on his face. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Jeff felt something wet sliding down his cheeks.
Tears...he had been crying.
Jeff sighed, "Can we go now? We have to get up early tomorrow."
Matt nodded, "Sure." He waved a hand at the rest, and called them over.
A few minutes later, they were ready to leave.
Jeff stared out the window again, staring at the darkness. It was only eight…but it looked to be midnight.
Matt glanced behind him. "Wake up guys, we're almost there."
Adam nudged Jay, who opened his eyes slowly. Trish gently shook Amy, giggling when the redhead whined.
-Hotel Room-
Matt slid the key card through the slot and waited for Jeff to enter first, before going inside and closing the door behind him. He turned on the lights, watching as Jeff hurried to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, Jeff locked the door and stumbled over to the sink. He panted quietly, clenching his fists.
There was a knock, "Jeff?"
"I'm fine," Jeff whispered, "I just have to be in here for a while…go to bed, I'll be out in a few minutes."
He could hear Matt sigh on the other side of the door. "We need to talk, Jeff."
Rolling his eyes, Jeff opened the door roughly.
Matt had been leaning against said door, and when it opened, he was unable to catch himself. He landed hard on Jeff, causing the smaller male to fall back.
"Ah!" Jeff groaned, holding onto his stomach. He turned onto his side, tears blurring his vision.
"Oh, damn! Jeff, I'm sorry!" Matt cradled Jeff against his chest.
Jeff whimpered, "Owe…" Jeff sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
Matt gently picked Jeff up, setting him down on the bed. He pulled up Jeff's shirt and paled, "Oh, fuck…"
His knee must have landed on Jeff's stomach. There was a dark bruise on his creamy skin.
Jeff sighed, "Ignore it…let's just go to sleep."
"Jeff…I'm sorry."
Jeff nodded, "Yeah…I know."
Matt sighed and slid off his shirt, tossing it away uncaringly. He climbed into bed and slid under the covers, "Good night, Jeff…"
"Night, Matt."
He turned off the lights.
Sleep didn't come easy to the brothers. They tossed and turned a lot. Before they knew it, it was morning and they had slept only three hours. Adam and Jay decided to be the drivers that day, and both groaned when they heard the loud honking out side.
"We're coming!" Matt and Jeff both yelled in unison.
-RAW-
Jeff groaned, holding onto his stomach, rolling onto his back. Fucking Austin and his punches…
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lita grabbing Stephanie by the hair, tossing her out of the ring and jumping on top of her. Matt was holding his own with Triple H. Currently; Matt was giving it to him pretty good…
Jeff stood slowly, holding onto his stomach before aiming a kick at Austin. His foot was caught, but he managed a mule kick, his heels roughly crashing against Austin's chest.
Jeff felt the ring shake, and he turned towards his brother. Fear crept towards his heart when he noticed Matt, out cold and bleeding slightly, lying on his back.
Jeff's eyes searched and he gasped when he realized Triple H was holding a steel chair. He remained frozen in fear as Hunter shot him a smirk.
"You're brother is dead, you slut."
Jeff watched in terror as Triple H walked over to Matt, raising the chair high above his head. His brother…his Matt…
Feeling a light weight on his stomach, Matt wearily opened his eyes, but the second he opened them, all he saw was Jeff's own eyes close tightly in pain. Matt could feel Jeff shake, and he realized, with a heavy hear that Jeff had shielded him from the chair shots.
When Triple H finally stopped, Jeff body was lifeless, draped over his older brother. Matt sat up, careful with moving Jeff before he looked up at Hunter, rage in his eyes.
"You've hurt him for the last time," Matt growled, loud enough so that only Hunter could hear.
Standing up, Matt reared his fist back, punching the chair hard, causing it to smash into Triple H's face. Matt smirked, watching the blood begin to gush out of Hunter's nose. Lifting his leg, Matt kicked Triple H hard in the gut, watching as he fell to the ground before he climbed on top of him, punching him repeatedly.
The referee was calling for back-up; unsuccessfully trying to pull the elder Hardy off of Triple H. Austin had stopped, staring with wide eyes as Matt nearly killed his partner.
It wasn't in the script.
Matt didn't care. He kept punching, kept fighting. He could feel people trying to tear him away, and he fought back.
"Matt…"
He stopped, his fist an inch away from Triple H's face. Turning, Matt stared into Jeff's red eyes.
"Enough…please…"
Matt glared but got up. He kicked Triple H hard in the ribs.
No, it wasn't enough. And next time…Jeff wouldn't be there to protect Hunter.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!
XD!
Yay!
Any way, next chapter, Hunter is gonna get it a LOT more next chappie.
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