Alright this one shot is the result of a conversation between my PIC (partner in crime) WrestleFan4 and myself. That and the fact that it's almost Halloween. Enjoy everyone!

An remember, DK owns nothing! At least nothing that deals with the WWE and it's employee's.

Chris once again found himself standing next to Adam and Mike, dressed once more in black leather. Although this time he knew it was brand new and never been worn—he had bought the outfit himself. They were all dressed alike, black leather chokers circling their necks with a leather strap that ran down the front to their stomachs and ended at their black leather and sterling silver studded thongs. To top it all off, each one had a set of bunny ears on and a color coordinating fluffy tail attached to the back of their thongs. Chris felt self conscious about it until he spotted Scott Levy stalking the room in a black kilt with his hair in braids and the top of his head adorned with a set of black cat ears. He found it strange that Scott was there, after all it was a Hardy Halloween bash and he HATED Jeff with a passion. But as Chris followed the crawling man he couldn't help but notice that Scott seemed to be targeting Jeff; pouncing on him and raking his nails down Jeff's chest or back.

"I can't believe I gave into you two again." Chris grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Come off it, you know you wanted to see Matt again." Adam said as he rolled his eyes and adjusted his silvery white bunny ears.

"And what are we again?" Chris asked as he pulled the glittery blue ears off his head and looked at them.

"Playboy bondage bunnies." Mike said, grinning as Glen walked up and pulled him in for a kiss.

Chris rolled his eyes and was about to toss the ears to the side when he seen the top of Matt's head in the crowd. Adam laughed and snatched the ears away and set them back on Chris' head before slapping him hard on the ass. With a yelp Chris jumped and looked over at him, glaring slightly.

"What was that for?" He demanded as he reached back and rubbed the stinging skin lightly.

"Bunnies have to leave their ears on."

"Nice outfits boys."

Chris pulled his eyes away from Adam and his mouth went dry. Matt was standing in front of them in a red and tan tartan kilt, bare chested with his hair in braids and a bone choker around his neck. For a moment all Chris could do was stare at him, his mouth open in shock. Matt's warm brown eyes were outlined in black eye liner with some drawn straight down to the tops of his cheeks; giving him a dangerous look that made his heart race and his blood move sluggishly through his veins.

"Matt do you think it's a good idea to be spoofing Raven when Scott is here?" Glen asked, as he wrapped an arm around Adam and Mike.

"It was my idea."

The new voice made them all jump and they looked down to see Scott sitting with his legs crossed Indian style right in the middle of them; his cat ears askew.

"He was just wearing the kilt. And I figured if you're gonna do it Scotsman like, do it right and do it the Raven way." He said with a devious smile.

"Why are you here anyways? I thought you hated the Hardy's." Chris frowned as Scott ran his hand up Matt's leg; his fingers disappearing under the hem of the plaid garment.

"Just Jeff. Matt here, has done nothing to me." His eyes held an interested gleam that turned Chris's frown into a scowl.

Matt laughed and batted Scott's hand away, taking a step back. Chris relaxed a little; letting his cerulean eyes drift over Matt's naked torso and touching on the strong legs that were displayed beautifully. Their eyes locked and Chris could see the heat rising in the chocolaty depths. With a lopsided smirk Chris flicked his eyes up and down again, licking his lips slowly. As if it were a physical caress Matt shivered and the action went straight to Chris' groin. He wanted nothing more than to pull Matt away and fuck him into a mattress—preferably the one that Matt pounded him into the last time they were at his house. The images were swirling in Chris' mind and he knew that if he didn't put a stop to them then he was going to make a fool of himself.

"So, thongs huh?" Matt asked, his eyes dropping down and resting on Chris' groin.

"What else would bondage bunnies wear?" Adam asked as he twirled with a laugh. "Like it?"

"I can think of other things I'd rather see than your ass Adam—as if I've not seen it enough in my life time."

A ragged yelp caused them all to look over and they watched curiously as Raven once more pounced on Jeff, digging his nails again into Jeff's skin. Matt let out a sigh and hurried over, not sure if he was going to break it up or tell them to get a room. Adam elbowed Chris, and mouthed at him to follow Matt, grinning as flicked his eyes down then back to Chris' face. For a moment Chris was confused, until he felt himself twitch behind leather material. With a red face Chris shifted, hoping that his affliction wasn't noticeable.

"Go after him already Irvine." Adam sighed as he pushed Chris.

"If you aren't I am." Glen threw in with a lecherous grin. "What? Matt has always been the better looking Hardy." He said when Adam and Mike glared at him. "Awww, c'mon. I was just playing." Glen called out as the two walked away.

Chris shook his head as glen chased after his lovers, yelling for them to stop that he was just kidding—Jeff was the better looking Hardy. He stood there for moment, debating whether or not to go and—as Adam said—go after Matt. It wasn't as if he and Matt had done anything else after that night. In fact they stayed as far apart as they could; turning down matches that put them in the ring together. It didn't really bother Chris; at least that's what he told himself. Truth of the matter was that Chris wanted to get his hands on Matt again or rather, let Matt get his hands on him. After making up his mind he weaved through the crowd and tapped Matt on the shoulder; pulling him out his conversation with Barbie Blank.

"Can I talk to you?" Chris asked, shooting Barbie a glare over Matt's shoulder.

"Sure." Matt nodded and gave Barbie a one armed hug before motioning for Chris to follow him into the kitchen.

Once they were semi secluded; only Jeff and Raven were in there, but in their alcohol soaked minds all that mattered were each other's tongues that they had down their throats as they growled and cursed at one another when they pulled away for breath. Matt shuddered and turned his back to the display, cocking his head at Chris curiously.

"Well—"

Matt didn't get anymore out, Chris grabbed him and pressed their lips together; forcing his tongue in and sweeping it around Matt's mouth. The sudden show of dominance brought a moan from Matt and Chris wrapped a hand in his braids; pulling Matt's head back slightly so that his neck was completely exposed expect for where the choker rested. When Chris pulled away Matt's eyes were smoldering and there was the tiniest smear of blood on his bottom lip where Chris's teeth had accidently caught and tore.

"Uhh—"

"Upstairs?" Chris suggested as he leaned in and bit Matt's earlobe; tugging it gently. "I've always wondered what was worn under a kilt." He purred; his fingers plucking at the fabric that clung to Matt's waist.

Matt linked their fingers and practically drug Chris up the stairs, stopping twice to push him against the wall and plunder his mouth as his fingers ghosted over Chris' skin. They toppled into the first room they found, lips plastered together as hands roamed and groped sweat slicked flesh. They moved over to the bed as one, Matt in total control as Chris mewled and nipped at his shoulders; urging him on. Gently Matt pushed Chris down then covered his body, resting between Chris' thighs.

"Take your braids out?" Chris asked breathlessly; wanting to run his fingers through Matt's curls.

"Help me?"

They quickly undone the plaits and Chris sighed as he felt the satiny treads brushing against his face when he leaned up and captured Matt's lips again. They lazily traded kisses as their hands reacquainted themselves with flesh and drew moans and whimpers that were barely heard over the ruckus from down stairs.

"Have anyone ever told you how sexy you look in leather?" Matt asked as he tugged lightly on the strap that connected the collar to the thong.

"Not recently."

"Mmmm, well you look hot."

Matt bent down do taste Chris' lips again but just as they connected the door flew open and both men looked up; closing their eyes when they seen Raven and Jeff struggling for dominance, Raven winning when he pushed Jeff to his knees and shoved Jeff's face into his crotch.

"Hay!" Matt cried, hoping to get them to leave.

"All da ubber rooms are t-taken." Raven slurred as he threw his head back with a loud groan.

Matt stood up and held his hand out to Chris, helping him back to his feet and holding him close for moment, their lips touching for a moment before Matt led him from the room. Out in the hall Matt kissed him deeply again before checking on his other rooms. Chris leaned against the wall and watched as Matt opened and shut the doors, his hair floating about his face and lying against his shoulders; screaming to pulled in the heat of passion. When Matt finally worked his way back to Chris he was wearing a frown.

"Scott was right, every single room is filled." He shuddered and shook his head. "I don't even think I'm going to wash the sheets. I'm just going to up on rubber gloves and take them to the burning pit outside and buy new ones."

Chris laughed and pulled Matt close to him, kissing him lightly.

"Hmm, guess this will just have to wait then." Chris ground against Matt gently, smirking when Matt groaned and hollered down the stairs.

"ALL RIGHT PARTY'S OVER! EVERY ONE OUT!!!"