Title: Addicted

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff Hardy, Phil Brooks, Matt Hardy, Edge or any other wrestlers in this ficcy.

Summary: As a straight-edge, Phil Brooks isn't supposed to be addicted to drugs. And he isn't. What he is addicted to is a lot worse. And why is that? Well, simply because of the fact that it's Jeff Hardy. SLASH!

Requested by: wwefan5

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-That same Night-

"I don't feel very comfortable leaving you here," John said softly, gathering his things. He glanced up, his brown eyes full of concern.

Jeff gave him a sad smile. "We're not fooling him, John. He knows that he has me in his sick little web…and he knows that I can't get out."

"Jeff," John ran a hand through his hair. "Why?" his voice came out strained. "I don't understand. He doesn't love you, he's said it! Why do you keep letting him hurt you?"

Jeff looked away. "You were in love with him once, John…you should know the reason better than anyone else."

John bit his bottom lip. "Yeah…" he pulled on a thin coat. "I'll see you next week?"

"Sure," Jeff sat back against the lockers, watching John leave the locker room. He buried his face in his arms, his shoulders quaking.

"I think it's so cute how you tried to make me jealous."

Jeff stiffened and picked his head up.

Phil smirked, tucking some rainbow locks behind his starshines ear. "Really, it was adorable. And with my own ex?" he chuckled.

Jeff's eyes narrowed. "Why would I want to make you jealous? You don't love me, remember?"

Phil grinned, "While that may be true…" he traced Jeff's soft lips with his tongue, "It worked."

Jeff tilted his head. "It did?"

Phil nodded. "It made me think." He sat down, pulling Jeff into his lap. "You obviously love the way I fuck you," he shushed Jeff's protest with a rough kiss.

Jeff stomped on Phil's foot, pushing him away. Standing, he put his hands on his hips. "And you obviously love fucking me…because you keep fucking do it even thought you aren't in love with me!"

Phil winced; moving his hand down to rub his foot. "Yes…exactly. Now," he swept his onyx locks away from his eyes. "I have a little…deal for you."

Jeff eyed him wearily, "What type of deal?"

"If you beat me at Night of Champions…then I'll leave you alone." Phil ignored Jeff's disbelieving snort. "If I beat you…then you're mine. None of this "I love you," shit. I fuck you when I want to and you don't fight me."

Jeff glared heatedly at him before turning away. "You've lied to me once. How do I know you won't do it again?"

Phil smirked darkly. "You don't. But you're going to take the deal," he stood, wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist from behind. "Because you know…deep down…that you're as addicted to me…as I am to you. You'll jump at the opportunity to keep my dick inside you."

Jeff closed his eyes, feeling those pierced lips press against the back of his neck. 'Addicted…what a good word for it.'

"You can't hurt me," Jeff whispered.

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, confused.

"Don't…hurt me. You've hurt me before…actually ramming me into steel steps. Don't do that anymore. It hurts."

Phil trailed his hands up Jeff's arms. "Fine…I won't hurt you. And you can't have a boyfriend."

Jeff sighed. 'Somehow, I already knew that.'

"Let's go home," Phil said cheerfully. He grabbed Jeff's bags before taking the small wrist in his grip.

"You haven't won yet," Jeff growled, jerking his hands out of Phil's grasp. "I don't have to be with you."

Phil chuckled, "No, you don't have to." He wrapped an arm around Jeff's waist. "But you want to."

Jeff lowered his head, trying to block out Phil's dark chuckle. "You're a fucking demon," he whispered, his heart breaking.

Phil smirked, pressing a kiss to Jeff's cheek, "And you're my little vessel."

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-Next Tuesday, Smackdown Taping-

"I can't believe you actually spend the whole week with him!" John frowned, "Jeff, this is only giving him bragging rights."

"I know," Jeff whispered. "I know."

John rolled his eyes, "What did you two do?"

Jeff flushed, looking away.

"Oh, don't tell me…you let him fuck you." John sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Dude, this is really bad."

Jeff glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry, John. A part of me really wants it to end…another part of me really doesn't want it to end."

"Well, you've got to go talk to him now," John said softly, staring at the clock. His brown eyes glittered. "Then, I get to kick his ass."

Jeff giggled, pulling his hair up. "Have fun."

"You too!"

Jeff smiled at his fans, doing his usual routine in the ring before he picked up a microphone.

"See, Punk, you just don't get it. You keep bringing up my mistakes like I'm trying to hide behind something." The quiver in his voice was noticeable.

"But let me straighten something out. Everybody makes mistakes. I've made mistakes; I've been suspended twice, I admit that." He sighed, 'Some wouldn't believe all the mistakes I made with you…'

"But I haven't failed a test in over a year…and I have never been to rehab, I've always healed myself. And at night of champions, I will beat CM Punk."

Jeff inwardly groaned when Phil's music played. He turned slightly, watching him walk down the ramp.

Phil looked around, an astounded look on his face. He brought the mic up to his lips, staring up and down at Jeff.

"I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm a little taken back right now. I mean this is…this…this is what it comes to? People actually cheering because you haven't failed a drug test in a year?"

He looked around, confused. "This is not an accomplishment. Maybe it's an accomplishment to you, Jeff, so congratulations. You didn't fail a drug test in 365 days, so you can start writing your hall of fame speech right now."

He watched Jeff's eyes narrow before he brought his own mic up. "Look, man, I hope you came out here with something else cuz I'm tired of hearing the same thing week…after week…after week."

Phil quickly retaliated, "It's the same thing week after week after week because you don't listen, Jeff." His eyes narrowed, talking about all that Jeff did wrong. "I'm straight-edge. I don't drink, alcohol has never touched my lips; it never will. I don't smoke, I never have, I don't do drugs and I never plan on doing it. A year from now, I will still be champion and what about you?"

Inwardly, he cackled. A year from now, Jeff would on his bed, hips thrusting up in pleasure, his little slut.

"You're gonna fall back into the same, vicious cycle. You'll lose to me, you'll fall back into your vices. Repeatedly, Jeff." He stared deep into the emerald orbs.

Jeff frowned, "Sorry, man. I guess I'm not as perfect as you." The sarcasm in his tone was evident.

"No, but you know what? Maybe you should be." Phil murmured softly. He pointed at the crowd. "There is a sea of kids…wearing Jeff Hardy T-shirts here." He shook his head. "You're the hero to these kids. That scares me. That means that they're gonna see their hero become…another statistic-" he was shoved onto the ground before he even finished.

He growled, staring up at Jeff from outside the ring. He ran a hand over his lips before bringing the mic up again. "You know what, Jeff? I'm gonna be the bigger man because I have a match next…and you know that."

He noticed the fire in those green eyes and he moved to sit down, waiting for John Morrison to enter the ring.

This was going to suck.

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Jeff smiled softly, watching John come back to the locker room. "Congrats. That's twice in a row."

John grinned, "I offered him my hand, you saw that right?" he clapped his hands. "I've pinned him twice!"

Jeff fought to keep the smile on his face. The loss to his ex probably made Phil really upset…and if he still was…then there was going to be trouble tonight.

"Congratulation," Jeff said again. He watched the brown-haired male dress. "Going to celebrate?"

John smiled, "Yeah. I've got a date."

Jeff smiled back, "Good. Have fun, John."

"Thanks, Jeff! See ya!" He quickly bounced out of the locker room.

Jeff sighed, pulling on his arm bands. He still had the tag match with Rey to get through with.

He jumped in surprise when the locker room door was kicked open. He caught sight of silk onyx locks and he quickly stood. He barely had time to react before he was slammed into the lockers.

"Hey!" Jeff looked into the dark olive eyes and he swallowed, "Phil…"

Phil clenched handfuls of Jeff's black tank top. "Mother fucker," he breathed angrily. "He's beaten me twice! How does he keep doing that?!" He grabbed Jeff's hair, pulling it back to expose his neck.

"Phil, please-" Jeff groaned in pain when Phil's teeth sank into his neck. He kicked frantically, trying to push Phil off. "No, damn it!"

Phil pulled back, staring at him in annoyance, "What?"

"I still have a match! What if Rey sees the mark!?" Jeff shoved him off hard, rubbing his neck. He hissed, his fingers skimming over the red flesh.

Phil growled, pacing around the floor. "Fine, but the second you're done with that match, you come back and be ready to get on your knees."

Jeff stared at him in shock before glaring angrily, "You haven't won yet! You can't fuck me whenever you fucking please!"

Phil snarled, moving closer to Jeff, "Says who?" he asked coldly.

Jeff snarled back, "Says me." He pushed Phil into the lockers, watching as his head crashed against the lock. He shook his head, not feeling the least bit guilty before he walked out, hoping to wait for his match in a secluded part in the arena.

Phil growled angrily, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "You've done it now," he hissed darkly. "I'll get you back for this!"

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Jeff smiled, slapping hands with Rey. He liked teaming with the smaller man. It was always fun and always fast. He was happy. Until he heard Punk's music.

He turned, watching with narrowed eyes as Phil waved at him. 'Arrogant little fuck…'

He ignored him, turning to Rey and talking to him in low tones about their strategy.

The match was going rather well. The teams were even, until Chris Jericho reversed a hurricanrana into the Walls.

Jeff struggled to not get caught in the grip. He kicked and wiggled and moved, ignoring the stupid smirk on Chris's face as he did so. Jeff clenched his teeth and swung his legs, flipping Jericho away.

Jeff stood, catching Jericho in a Twist of Fate. He went up to the top rope, ready for a Swanton Bomb. He hit it, covering Chris for the win. It was interrupted at two by Ziggler.

Luckily, Rey came in and dropkicked Ziggler in the face, causing the bleached blonde to fall on the ropes, hitting them with his face hard.

Chris snuck out, walking around, trying to get his wits back.

Jeff followed.

What happened next…was not planned.

Well, not by Jeff, at least.

Phil's eyes widened and he moved out of the way, Chris flying past him to hit the security wall. He glared at Jeff, who glared at him right back. He bad-mouthed him a bit, aware of Jeff ignoring him.

His eyes burned watching Jeff turn away. Moving quickly, he grabbed Jericho shoving him into Jeff, hard. He watched as Jeff hit the steel steps, the jagged end catching Jeff on his arm and stomach.

Phil heard Jeff's cry of pain and he watched as he writhed around on the mat, holding onto his arm. He watched as Rey moved towards him, yelling at him. This was stopped when Ziggler did a baseball slide, catching Rey in the side and sending him to the ground.

As Ziggler took care of Rey, Chris picked Jeff up, pushing him back into the ring. Phil watched, his eyes narrowing at the smirk Chris sent his way before the blonde grabbed Jeff's legs in a lascivious manner. Jeff's hips jerked and Chris used that as leverage to put him in the Walls of Jericho.

Immediately, Jeff began to cry out in pain, trying to pull out of the move. His hands grabbed at the ring mat, trying to pull himself to a rope. The match had already been ended as a disqualification, but Jericho didn't seem to care.

Phil kept on watching, keeping his eyes on Jeff's tortured face. He could hear the cries of pain, the whimpers of torment. Slowly, he circled the ring, before standing in front of it.

'Jeff…' For a good few minutes, he considered going in there and beating the shit out of Chris for causing Jeff such pain. 'But I'm causing him pain too…I'm hurting him more than Chris ever could…I'm lying to him…and I have to keep lying to him.'

Jeff was nearly sobbing, his face on the mat, his hands fisting his hair in an effort to ease the pain on his lower back.

Phil shouldered his belt before turning around, walking away from Jeff.

'I'm sorry…I love you.'

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LOOK! He's admitted it to himself!!

Now, if only that stubborn fuck can admit it to Jeff!

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