After this I may take a short break to let this breathe and do some artwork. I've been pushing pretty hard(for me) on this story and I really don't want to burn out on it. I've already been slowing down, so I think it's time to step back. No worries, I will return to it, maybe sooner than I think. In the meantime, hopefully i'll be updating my dA and blog soon. :)

JoMoFan-Spot, I must admit I haven't scoured the FF archives much, so I don't know if there are many 24/7 Dom/sub fics or not. But I always wanted to write one, lol. It all began when I scribbled a simple sentence in my notebook - "Could Edge be a slave?" (psst, the answer was yes) chp 8: No worries, babe, i'll take what I can get, lol! We all have real lives, I know how it is. I'm behind on reviews, too, just ask Terrah! XP Conniving, intelligent Jeffy has been so much fun to write. It's how i've always wanted to see him. I'm so happy to see his darker, dominant side in TNA now; I think it suits him so much better. Haha, I do love my cliffhangers. You know, between Terrah's movie comment and your professional author comment, y'all are gonna give me a big head. Those are just the most awesome compliments. Maybe i'll be an author someday... and I will never stop loving Edge, lol. I love Edge Jeff and RKO, Well, technically the punishment won't begin quite yet... man, i take my time to get to the good stuff. WWE-Lovergirl, Thank you, i really appreciate it! takers dark lover, he's starting to get it, but they've got a long road of training ahead. Terrahfry, Vickie is def SOL, but that won't stop her trying. I do feel sorry for Jay. He's just getting jerked around. And damn, i love shower scenes, too. I'm also of the opinion that there's not enough masturbation in fanfiction, lol. I see Jeffy makes you nervous... *evilgrin*

Title: Take My Life
Rating: M
Warnings: Y'know what? Eff it. No more warnings. If y'all have made it this far, I doubt you need 'em. :P
Pairing: Jeff/Edge

"You may speak freely now," Jeff said, letting the dogs back in. Apparently they had to stay outside during mealtimes now. Adam appreciated it; he didn't need the competition. "You can start on the pots and pans."

Adam went to the sink. Now that he had permission to speak, he wasn't quite sure what to say. He was afraid to ask what his punishment might be, and certainly didn't want to remind Jeff of it. Jeff wouldn't hurt him like Vickie had... would he? No, he couldn't. Not after how angry he'd gotten last night. Angry on his behalf. Jeff wanted to protect him, he said so. He had no reason to be scared of Jeff... right? He pushed the issue roughly to the back of his mind. He'd worry about that when he had to. For now there were more pressing issues at hand.

"So, this is how it's going to be now?" Adam asked him, grabbing a pot and starting to scrub. "I mean, when you called me Puppy I didn't know I was going to be an actual dog."

Jeff was clearing the table and putting away leftovers, slipping Jack and Lucas scraps. "I warned you I would be in complete control. Asked if you were certain. You said you wanted to be mine. I can treat you as a dog, a slave, a servant or a prince, however I wish."

Adam swallowed, not sure he should ask his next question. "What if I change my mind?"

Jeff just snorted and closed the fridge. "You won't. Where else would you go? You can't go home, Vickie would kill you. Literally. Do you think Jay would take you in? Would you want to answer all his questions?" Jeff felt a little bad throwing that in his face, especially when Adam visibly twitched at his words, but he had to remind him of his place. He came up behind his pet and ran his hands across his shoulders. "Besides, you want to be here. You can't deny it." He leaned forward to brush his lips against Adam's earlobe. "You crave my touch. You need me, and you belong at my feet." Adam stilled as Jeff's fingers moved around him to trace the cuts of his hips, gliding towards his crotch. He pulled Adam close, grinding his jeans into Adam's bare ass. "It's so nice to touch you whenever I want, however I want. I've waited a long time to have you like this." He nibbled on Adam's shoulder, grinning when he felt his breath hitch. He stepped back and smacked one butt cheek before hopping up on the counter, leaving Adam flushed and his thong straining. He crossed his legs and giggled. "I didn't say you could get hard. Nice to know I turn you on, though."

"How can I not when you do shit like that?" Adam growled, exasperated and desperately willing his dick to calm down.

"In time you'll learn control. And you'll learn to get hard at a single word from me," Jeff said casually, grabbing a towel and drying the pots Adam had washed. "Oh, and no cumming without my express permission. I hope you enjoyed your freebie in the shower, because that's the last one you're going to get."

Adam felt his face get hot. "How do you know what I did in the shower? I didn't necessarily do that."

"But you did," Jeff smirked. "I heard you when I was planting the eyeliner. Stopped to watch the show."

Adam wanted to be mortified, but the thought of Jeff watching him jerk off just turned him on. Jeff was grinning at him, obviously in a playful mood. A notion occurred to Adam and he considered it, rinsing off another small pot. "So, let me get this straight. We're not formal now, right?"

"Nope."

"And I can speak freely?" he asked, pouring the soapy water into the sink. Jeff cocked his head at him.

"Well, I'm still your Sire. No lying, and don't contradict me. Other than that you should be fine."

"I know things between us have changed, so I just want to be clear. Am I still allowed to fuck with you? Like tease you, just messing around?" He kept his eyes on the sink as he spoke, hoping for the right answer.

"Aw, pup. You're still my Adds. I don't want to change that. It's part of what makes me want you. When we're informal, like in the main house here, I want you to be you. Of course, I can still outrun you and kick your ass."

Adam could hear the laughing challenge in Jeff's voice and nodded, swirling water in the pot. "I'll take my chances. Pervy voyeur." He glanced up and gave Jeff a feral grin before flinging the water at him. Jeff gasped and Adam couldn't help but snicker at Jeff's shocked, dripping face. Jeff turned back to him and slowly shook his head.

"Oh, you little..." He grabbed the sprayer mounted beside the faucet and aimed it at Adam, catching him full in the face and cackling wildly. Adam screeched and put his hands up before lunging forward and trying to take the sprayer from him. They struggled for a moment, shouting, laughing and drenching them both. Jeff cried out and fell off the counter, letting go of the sprayer and grabbing Adam around the waist on the way down. They both hit the ground and Jeff rolled on top of Adam, giggling. "Well, your hair and makeup are already ruined. What do you say we get sweaty?"

"Mhmmm," Adam hummed, still chuckling. "And what did my Sire have in mind?" He pushed his hips up into Jeff's. Jeff hooked one of Adam's legs and wrapped it around his waist, biting his neck.

"Brazen hussy," Jeff growled. He pulled back and gazed down at his pet. "That's not what I was talking about. You feel up to taking this to the ring, Edge?" A different light came into Adam's eyes when he realized what Jeff was asking.

"Oh, yeah," he said. He felt that itch again, that all-consuming longing to be back on the canvas. His muscles suddenly ached with the desire to perform. "You're on, Hardy."

o~o~o

They ran the ropes for a while, warming up and letting Adam get a feel for how much his body could take. He'd only been away for a week, but it felt like much longer. Especially since during the last few months he'd been in a haze. He breathed deep, feeling alive as he bounced on his feet, ready to lock up.

"You know, I've never wrestled in just a thong before," he said. Jeff cracked his neck and crouched, circling his pet.

"Get used to it, pup. You're lucky I let you wear anything at all."

"I don't have to let you win, do I?" Adam asked, matching his Sire step for step.

"Better not. But I'll go easy on you."

"Better not." Adam lunged and the match was on. Adam took immediate advantage, surprising Jeff with his enthusiasm. He was moving better than he had in a while. Soon their familiarity with each other's styles evened them out. Jeff whipped him into the ropes, but Adam hung on, stopping his momentum before surprising Jeff with a clothesline. Adam paced around Jeff, going to pull up his tights and finding nothing at his waist. He looked down, and tugged at the top of the thong instead. Jeff took advantage of his distraction to get up and catch him in a twist of fate. Once Adam was down, Jeff scrambled to the top rope. Adam saw him and struggled as quickly as he could to his knees.

"No swantons," he gasped, getting to his feet. "Not without anyone else here." Jeff just cocked his head at him, then leapt for a cross body slam. Caught off guard, Adam failed to keep his feet and went down hard. Jeff grabbed him by the hair and tossed him into the turnbuckle, where he slumped. Jeff ran at him, grabbing the ropes and jumping to smash his feet into Adam's stomach. He braced himself for the impact, but Jeff slid his legs around him, landing in his lap. He leaned in close, touching his forehead to Adam's.

"So many times I've wanted to touch you during a match," he panted. "Let my hands roam, grind against you during a pin. Get you in the corner like this and feel your lips on mine." He moved his mouth closer.

Adam grabbed Jeff's legs and got him in a roll up. Jeff recovered from his shock at the last second and flipped out. "You bitch!"

"You let your guard down. Sire." Adam's teeth were bared in an evil smile, his fingers tugging on his thong again. Jeff got to his feet and circled him.

"You tired yet, old man?"

Adam narrowed his eyes and growled at him. "I just got my second wind." Adam came at him again, and not only did Jeff not have to hold back, but he had to work hard. Damn, it was good to have Edge back in the ring. Well, at least it was, until Adam hit a reverse DDT.

Adam backed into the turnbuckle, running his fingers through his hair out of habit and waiting for Jeff to get up and turn towards him. When he did, he launched himself at Jeff and speared him. Hard. Adam could actually feel the wind being knocked out of him. Instead of grabbing his leg for a pin, Adam crawled on top of him, straddling him and resting his forearms on either side of Jeff's head. Jeff gaped for breath as Adam gazed down at him, smiling and panting. Just when Adam was starting to get concerned, Jeff gasped air into his lungs and coughed, glaring at him. His chest still felt heavy from the pack he'd smoked the night before, and this was not helping. Adam leaned down and nuzzled his neck.

"Didn't hurt you, did I?" he murmured into his shoulder. Jeff snorted.

"Not hardly." In one smooth, gentle motion he rolled Adam over, settling between his legs. Adam locked his ankles behind Jeff and let his arms rest above his head. His hair fanned across the canvas and his hazel eyes were dark and half-lidded, his lips parted in an almost silly grin. They gazed at each other a moment, letting their breathing slow.

"You're practically glowing," Jeff pointed out.

"That felt... really good," Adam replied. Jeff smirked and ground against his crotch.

"I can tell." He reached down and touched Adam's half-hard dick through the fabric, just tracing it with his fingertips. "What were you thinking about in the shower? No lying, remember."

Adam shivered as his cock swelled beyond the confines of the thong, poking out over the top. His fantasy came rushing back, and part of him wanted to tell Jeff about it, wanted to beg Jeff to smack his ass red and make him cum, but another part of him was still worried about bringing up punishment. He couldn't think. Not with his legs wrapped around Jeff's waist, not with Jeff's naked, sweaty chest still heaving from the match above him, his emerald eyes glittering down at him. His hand pulling down the thong and gripping his cock. "Fuck, Jeff..." he gasped.

"Twelve. You call me Sire. Tell me about the shower, and if you're honest you'll get a reward. And I can tell when you lie." He gave the shaft in his hand a gentle squeeze and Adam moaned.

"Yes... Sire... I was thinking about..." Adam paused and remembered the first part of his fantasy. "Sucking your dick. You tasted so good, and I wanted to be on my knees, taking you in my mouth again. Oooh, oh yes..."

Jeff smiled down at him, stroking him and listening to the whorish noises he made. Damn, but he was vocal. He couldn't wait to get him downstairs, really make him cry out. "Good boy. What else? You're holding back something."

"Uhm... I... I don't..." Jeff grabbed his hair and looked him dead in the eyes, his warning clear. Adam stared back and said in a husky voice, "I... thought about you spanking me. About cumming in your hand while you called me a slut."

Jeff's upper lip curled and his fingers tightened in Adam's hair, making him wince, and Jeff felt Adam's dick twitch against his hand. "Oh, you are a slut." He bent and took Adam's mouth in a bruising kiss, shoving his tongue between his lips. Adam kissed back eagerly, whimpering into Jeff's mouth and thrusting in time to Jeff's continued stroking. "My sweet whore, aren't you?" Jeff asked, breaking the kiss and sucking Adam's neck.

"Yes, Sire... I'm your whore. I'm your dirty little slut, yes..."

"That's right, you are," Jeff said, letting go of Adam's cock and grabbing the thong. He gave it a hard, sharp tug, snapping it right off one hip. He yanked it aside and took one of Adam's nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and giving it a little pull with his teeth. Adam whined and shoved his hips up, desperately seeking friction on his aching erection. Jeff let go of his nipple and grabbed his hips to shove them down to the mat, pinning him. "I think my little whore earned a reward, didn't he?" He dipped his head and lapped at Adam's leaking cockhead, tasting him and running his tongue along the slit.

"Oh, yes... please. Uhm, please, Sire. I've been a good boy." Jeff looked up to see Adam watching, a dark sheen over his hazel eyes, as Jeff tongued his cock. "Please... please suck me. I'm a good puppy... I need your mouth, please."

Jeff swallowed a giggle, delighted by Adam's need and his fervent pleas. "Well, since you beg so pretty..." He took the head in this mouth and swirled his tongue around it, closing his eyes to savor the taste of his precum. He couldn't decide if Adam tasted like sin or like heaven. Probably some of both. Either way, he was delicious. Jeff opened his mouth, and in one smooth motion took Adam's entire length down his throat, burying his nose in the short patch of hair around the base.

"Shit!" Adam gasped as Jeff swallowed around him. Adam's fingers gripped his shoulders, and he cast his eyes up to see Adam's head flung back. He sucked hard as he slowly worked his way back up the shaft, massaging the underside with his tongue, rubbing the ball of his piercing into him. "Goddamn, Je- Sire. Feels so good... mouth feels so good on my hard cock... So hard for you," Adam babbled as Jeff teased his slit again. His mouth engulfed him again and he started a rhythm, bobbing his head over his groin. He hummed and slurped around his width as he sucked, looking up every now and then to meet Adam's eyes and flick his tongue under the head. He kept his hands on Adam's hips, feeling his legs writhing around him, heels scraping against the canvas as he tried to buck into Jeff's throat. Jeff's own cock was stiff and wanting, but Jeff ignored it. He'd have this responsive beauty impaled on it soon enough. Adam's moans became more erratic as he ran his hands over Jeff's hair, panting and cursing. "Fuck me, don't stop... more..." Jeff could feel the muscles under his hands tense, the cock in his mouth turn to stone against the warm velvet of his tongue. Jeff moaned and bobbed frantically, coaxing the hot flood that shot down his throat and filled his mouth. He swallowed it down eagerly, loving the taste of his pet on his tongue, the scent of his musk mingling with sweat. Jeff raised his head to look at him, wiping a stray dribble of cum from the corner of his mouth and licking it off his finger. Adam sifted his fingers through Jeff's multi-colored locks, that goofy grin back on his face. Both the hand and the grin froze when Jeff spoke.

"Thirteen. I didn't give you permission to cum."

Adam shot up on his elbows, looking at Jeff agape. "But... but I... you just... that's extortion!" he cried. Jeff narrowed his eyes at him.

"Are you contradicting me?"

Adam twitched. "I... I... no, Sire." He slumped back onto the mat and Jeff crawled up his body, chuckling. Adam turned his head to the side, lips pouting and eyes staring at the ropes.

"Aw, poor puppy," Jeff cooed, reaching up to stroke his knuckles over his cheek. "You should have asked my permission to cum. I told you the rules, and I told you I don't like repeating myself." He leaned down and nibbled on his neck. "Mmm, I've always wanted to throat-fuck you in the middle of the ring. Maybe someday we can fool around in the company's ring, sometime when the arena's empty..." When his pet didn't respond, Jeff trailed off and raised up to look at him. "What's wrong?" He watched Adam's jaw move as he bit his cheek.

"The whole counting thing. Do... do I need to be scared?"

Jeff frowned. "I thought you trusted me." Adam turned his head to look at him, searching his eyes.

"I do," he replied quietly. "I just... I guess I'm just nervous."

"You should be nervous about punishment, pup," Jeff said in a low voice, and Adam's eyes widened.

"That's not very reassuring."

Jeff got up and slipped out of the ring, going to grab the robe he'd allowed Adam to walk here in. "I'm not here to reassure and coddle you. Just the opposite, in fact." He tossed the robe to Adam. "Let's go. It's time to show you to your new room."

o~o~o

Matt tossed his phone onto the covers and flopped back on the bed. Jeff wasn't answering. He didn't even want to imagine what he and that blond man-whore were up to. Matt had talked to Jeff briefly that morning, and Jeff had assured him that everything was under control. Apparently something Vickie had said sent Adam into a hissy fit and Jeff had to go babysit him. Okay, maybe he was being a tad harsh on Adam, he'd really had it rough lately, but Jeff was going to screw up his career and get his heart broken, Matt just knew it. And there was nothing he could do about it. Damn blond Canadians, always making his life difficult.

He raised his head when a knock came on the door. It was too soon for the room service he'd ordered. Matt crossed the room and put his eye up to the peephole, then rested his forehead on the door. Speak of the devil, there was the other one. He gave the door a light thwack with his head, then opened it.

"Jay. What's up?"

"Hi, Matt. I was wondering, have you eaten yet?"

"Well, I just ordered room service."

"Oh." Jay looked disappointed. "I was wanting to buy you dinner or something."

Matt's heart skipped a little, but he just smirked and leaned against the doorjamb. "Jason Reso, are you asking me on a date?" he asked playfully. In truth, the thought sent tingles through Matt's toes, but he didn't expect that was the case. Jay let on a half-smile.

"Nah, I need to talk about something." Matt noted the anxiety in Jay's eyes and frowned. He knew Jay had taken his recent heartbreak pretty hard, and even though he was doing better lately, he still had to have some tough moments. He hated to see Jay so sad. If he'd had someone as fun, sweet and attractive as Jay, he'd never dream of kicking him to the curb. As far as Matt was concerned, Chris Sabin was a fool.

"Hey, man, come on in. I'll call down and add to my order for you, and we'll talk," Matt said as he let Jay in. Once they got the food situation arranged, they sat at the small table in the corner of the room. "So, what's on your mind?"

Jay fiddled with a pen that had the hotel's name emblazoned on it, taking the cap off, putting it back on, and twirling it in his large fingers. "Have you heard about Adam?"

Matt swallowed. If only he knew. How much did he know? How much could Matt tell him? He hadn't exactly been sworn to secrecy, but he knew if word got back to Vickie shit would be bad. Last night kinda proved that. But Jay was Adam's best friend, didn't he deserve to know? Jay was looking at him now, waiting for him to say something, so he decided to play it safe. "Yeah. I heard."

Jay smacked the pen down on the table and ran a hand over his face. "I fucked up, Matty. I was so butt-hurt that he didn't notice what I was going through that I didn't notice him. Now no one even knows where he is and I'm worried as hell. I know he's not always your favorite person, but you've talked to him more than I have lately. Christ, how terrible is that?"

Matt reached across the table and put a hand over Jay's. "Hey, you've been through some shit, man. It can put blinders on you, I know." Jay shook his head.

"That's no excuse. I saw him at the house shows and shit. I could have called him, visited his hotel room or something. I would have if I'd even suspected... Matt, were there any signs? Anything I should have picked up on? I mean, I know he was a little distant, but I figured it was like, new marriage syndrome or something."

He didn't want to make Jay feel even worse. "Well, he kinda withdrew from everyone, Jay. I mean, he didn't talk to anyone unless he had to. He hid it from all of us. I mean, we're on the same brand and I didn't realize anything was going on until Jeff pointed it out."

Jay cocked his head. "Jeff noticed?"

"Yeah. He'd been in a lot of matches with him lately and realized he was... off." The way Jay was narrowing his eyes at him was making Matt a little nervous, and he wondered again how much to disclose. "I didn't want him to get involved, you know, with his history and all. I thought it would be better handled by, you know... Vickie or someone else... higher up?" Matt squirmed under Jay's steady gaze.

"And did Jeff get involved? What's our Jeffrey up to right now, anyway?"

Matt sighed. He always had a hard time keeping things from Jay. Those bright blue eyes just pierced right through him. "Look, Jeff's done nothing but help Adam."

"So, he does have him?" Jay stood up and started pacing. "Fuck, I knew it. Jeff got his doctor to call Vince and say Adam was all right. Did he steal him away so they could get jacked up together? You're Jeff's fucking brother, how can you just sit there and let him-"

Matt jumped up and grabbed Jay by the shoulders, shaking him a little. "My brother," he started through clenched teeth. He forced himself to take a deep breath. After all, it was what he himself had suspected. "My brother got Adam to agree to detox. He's helping him find a place to rehab. Jay, I need you to not tell anyone about this. Especially Vickie. They were pretty clear about that. I don't think I was even supposed to tell you."

Jay didn't know what to think, and to his own horror he felt tears spring to his eyes. "That's bullshit!" he screamed in Matt's face, covering his confusion and hurt. "Adam loves me, he wouldn't lie to me! This is... this is all just a misunderstanding." Jay bit his lower lip, but not before Matt noticed it quiver, and his heart broke for Jay a little. He didn't need this on top of all the Sabin shit. "Why wouldn't he call me if Jeff wasn't stopping him?"

"He's probably ashamed. I saw him. He's in a pretty bad way. I don't think he ever wanted anyone to see him like that. If it hadn't been for Jeff... I dunno." Matt couldn't voice the thought that had just hit him. That considering Adam had been about to jump from prescriptions to banging heroin in such a short time, he probably would have been dead within months. The idea made him physically ill and he let go of Jay. He couldn't lay that on him. Not when he could see the helpless anguish etched on his face.

Jay didn't ask Matt to elaborate. He was pretty sure he didn't want to know. Didn't want to know just how badly he'd failed his brother. So, Jeff had kidnapped Adam, in a way. And apparently Adam didn't want Vickie to know where he was. But she had been so sincerely worried about him. If he loved her as damn much as she said, why wouldn't he want her to know? Of course, according to Matt, Adam hadn't wanted Jay to know. He shook his head and gave Matt's chest a shove. "No. He knows he can come to me with anything. This is wrong." Before Matt could stop him he charged out the door, nearly knocking over the room service that had just arrived. As soon as he was done with ECW on Tuesday he would find out for himself. In the meantime, he would call Vickie and tell her that he knew where Adam was. He'd decide what else to tell her after he'd paid Jeff a visit and spoken with Adam in person.

I hope this was coherent. I'm not entirely sure. For those of you that don't know(i.e. everybody), three of my muses (who are all OCs) are pro wrestlers. Darren, Benson and Luther. Lu had every move of the entire match planned out, but I had to cut most of it in interest of keeping people's attention. He was not pleased. It's tough to be a muse.