Thank you as always. I appreciate the support. Glamagirl, you wanted Jeffrey to escape, but now you're agreeing that Jeff asked for it? Awesome. Renna33, Edge will get his, don't worry. sevvysvampire2008, work of art? Thank you. NeroAnne, My sex scenes make porn look gay. That's the best compliment I've ever gotten, lol! Yeah, Adam is violent, but he is the bad guy and my lead psycho, he has to be.

Captive;

Chapter seven/ 'Suspects and Chains'
Rated; M/ L, S

(December 21st, 2008-- Sunday)

Matt called Vickie Guerrero the next morning. She was actually polite to the ECW champion. She said she hadn't seen Jeff. The truth was, she didn't like Jeff, he was a threat to Edge. But, Jeff was on the pay-roll, Jeff did bring in fans, and Jeff made Vince money. It was business regardless of the troubles Jeff had had with her husband, Edge. And Vickie stated that first and foremost she was a business woman.

Matt asked if he could speak to Mr. Adam Copeland. Vickie said he could if she knew where he was at. She told Matt that Edge had come in late last night and had left early that morning to run errands. She guessed it was to do Christmas shopping. Edge loved the holidays, she confessed giggling.

Matt nearly puked. Instead he thanked her and told her it wasn't a necessity that Edge call him back. He'd see him at work, or whatever. What he didn't tell her was that he suspected Edge had something to do with Jeff. Nor did he tell her he expected foul-play in Jeff's mysterious disappearance. Just incase Mrs. Edge was an accomplice.

Matt called the Big Show. The giant hadn't seen him either and was annoyed that Hardy had bothered him.

He would call Vladimir, or Umaga, but he doubted that either of them had a phone, or would be able to understand him. Mike Mizanin hadn't seen Jeff either. Nor had John Morrison. But Matt didn't think Morrison could see anything for staring in the mirror at his abs. His old 'buddy' MVP disclosed he hadn't seen Jeff since he left the arena Friday night and began to whine and bitch about his recent losing streak. Matt found this nearly as depressing as Jeff's disappearance.

The Brian Kendrick, or Ezekiel Jackson, hadn't seen Jeff. So, Matt turned his attention to RAW. Cody Rhodes denied seeing him, Manu and Sim Snuka hadn't seen Jeff. Glamarella denied seeing him. JBL hadn't seen him and he didn't care. Matt ended up hanging up on the self-procliamed 'Wrestling God!' Chris Jericho hadn't seen Matt's brother and was more worried about his match with CM Punk Monday.

Matt sat down the phone. He was tired of the endless bullshit. He willed himself to just take a short break. He tried to tell himself that Jeff was a big boy and eventually he'd show up. But it made no sense what-so-ever to him that Jeff would just run off after finally winning the WWE title. No, someone had to be behind this.

--xx--

(That night)

"Don't worry, man. He's chained up down in the basement. Let's see how he likes going without food or water for a few hours." Edge laughed.

Randy folded his arms. "You need to stay with him tonight. I need sleep. I have RAW tomorrow night. I have a match with Batista to see who advances to that fatal-4-way next week. But, I doubt Dave'll make it seeing how I kicked him in the skull last week." Randy said proudly.

"Yeah, Randy. I get it. But this is important to me. And, uh, it's important to you too, if you catch my drift."

Randy gazed down. "Edge, look, this is personal to me. You know all about my history with The Animal and Evolution. It runs deeper than a title belt."

"You think my history with Jeff don't run deep? This is about more than a title belt to me, Randy." Edge leaned on the door knob that led to the basement.

"I know, man. I get that."

"I don't think you do. See, in order for me to keep this up, Vickie can not get suspicious. I have to be home, or she will."

"I get that too..." Randy was cut off by the sound of his cellphone ringing.

"Who is that?" Edge said suspicious himself.

Randy looked at it.

"It's Matt Hardy." He replied swallowing.

"M..Matt Hardy? How the fuck do you have Matt Hardy's phone number?" Edge squinted at the younger man.

"Back during my feud with Jeff. I got it off your ex, Lita. I used it to call and taunt Matt just to agitate him and his brother." Randy explained.

"Answer it." Edge commanded. He sorta wondered why Lita had still had Matt's number. And what was Randy doing in contact with Lita long after she had left the company and Edge and her had called it quits.

Randy only nodded and flipped the phone open while Edge remained quiet.

"Hello." Randy answered calmly.

"Randy, this is Matt Hardy, look, I know we've had difficulties in the past, man. But, my brother is missing. You wouldn't happen to have seen him?" Matt asked on the other end of the line.

"Sorry, bro. I haven't seen your brother. I have my own problems to deal with right now." Randy replied sternly.

Matt nodded and sighed. "That's fine, dude. Sorry to have taken up your time." Matt replied hanging up.

Randy exhaled and closed the phone.

"What'd he say?" Edge was twitching with anxiety.

"He wanted to know if I had seen Jeff." Randy answered returning the phone to his pocket.

"He doesn't suspect you does he?" Edge raised his eyebrow.

"I dont think so."

Edge ran his hand back across his hair in frustration. "Damn it!"

"Calm down, Edge. He's just concerned about his kin, man. Just play it cool, he'll never figure out it had anything to do with either of us." Randy put his hands up to make his point, or stop Edge from taking his head off.

"Calm down!? Matt Hardy will figure out I took Jeff soon enough." Edge seethed.

"Look, let's look at the facts, okay. Sure, he's gonna suspect you first and foremost, but you have to keep a cool head. He doesn't know where this place is." Randy stated.

"What if he follows one of us, Orton? What then?"

"I don't know.. then you'll have two captives." Randy shrugged.

"I don't want two captives. I have Jeff, I'm fine. I don't need Matt here fucking up my plans." Edge waved his arm off in the distance to nothing in particular.

"And all that ranting last night?" Randy folded his arms.

Edge looked at him and blinked. "Geez, you were listening?"

"No, I was jerking off..."

Randy opened his mouth and noticed Edge glaring at him with an odd expression. He cleared his throat.

"We'll just have to be more careful is all I'm saying." The last thing Randy needed was Edge getting mad and going crazy. He had saw what he was willing to do to Jeff Hardy, he didn't want to know what he'd do to him.

"Right. You're right." Edge shook his head in agreement and directed his gaze to the floor, rubbing his chin like he was concentrating.

Randy wanted to ask him if he had a back-up plan incase Matt did find them. But he didn't want Edge pissed off. He had locked Jeff up because he wouldn't go down on him. Edge got his keys and walked over to the door ready to leave.

"Check on him after awhile, okay." He licked his lip swiftly, looking back at Randy.

"I know, Edge. I can handle it. See ya tomorrow."

Edge nodded and left. Going back to his 'beloved' Vickie. Randy locked the door up and sighed. What had he gotten himself in to?

--xx--

Randy walked down to the basement a little later. Jeff had his head down looking at the ground. It appeared he had gave up struggling for second. Randy looked over the contraption Jeff was chained to. Edge had had it specially made by some sexual deviant, or whatever, manufacturer on-line. He had added things himself to ensure it was escape proof.

Jeff's arms were spread out above his head in metal cuffs that were attached to a metal beam. Two other beams fitted to Jeff's height, came down at each side offering foundation and were welded into the flooring. Jeff's feet touched the ground, so he wasn't hanging in the air. His legs were spread out and shackled, the chains attached to the cuffs and then to the frame of the thing were short enough so Jeff couldn't close his legs. Poor thing, looked uncomfortable.

The contraption couldn't be moved or toppled. And there was enough space so you could walk behind it, all the way around it actually. Randy was sure Houdini could not escape these chains. Jeff looked up struggling more as he laid eyes on Randy.

"It's okay, Jeff. I'm not gonna violate you."

Why did Jeff feel like he was lying?

"I gotta admit, Jeff, I admire your tenacity."

Randy advanced toward him looking him over. On the bright side, if there was a bright side at all, Jeff still had his clothes on. Edge didn't need him catching pneumonia and dying. The basement was pretty warm actually.

Jeff looked so good when he was helpless. Randy licked his lips. The thoughts of having Jeff all to himself exciting him. He wanted to touch him.

"Please, Randy, let me down. Edge is crazy you know that.."

"Uhm, huh?" Randy took hold of Jeff's face. His lips, his mouth was so beautiful.

"Randy, please.."

"What would you do for me, Jeff? Would you repay the favor?" Randy asked his blue eyes shining with Mischief.

Jeff remained silent and swallowed.

"Tell me, would you go down on me?" Randy brushed his lips against Jeff's cheek.

"No." Jeff replied quiety.

"Not even to save your life?" Randy's voice never left its seductive tone.

"No."

Randy let go of Jeff's face and unzipped his own pants reaching inside and pulling out his cock. He stroked it a couple of times slowly.

Jeff turned his head away.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Jeff. I'm not Edge. Besides, Edge would kill me if I was fucking you. So, I'm not gonna rape you."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"I have to have something. Having you chained up like this makes me so hard." Randy growled continuing to masterbate.

Randy kissed the side of Jeff's neck. He couldn't resist. Jeff shuddered. He didn't like where this was going and he didn't trust Orton.

"Just tell me, you'd suck me off if your life depended on it, wouldn't you?"

"No, I'd rather die." Jeff swallowed.

"Ah, now, c'mon, Jeff. You like me. You have always liked me. I remember that match we had at the Rumble. When I wrapped my legs around you when I had you in that headlock grinding into your ass. I had to keep moving my leg 'cause I felt how damn hard you were getting." Randy growled cupping his free hand under Jeff's chin and turning his gaze back to him.

"You're a damn liar."

"Nuh, uh. You are, Jeff. I know you wanted me."

"Even if I ever did, or could have ever. After what you've done. After you've helped Edge hold me hostage. You make me sick. You disgust me, Orton. I hope you burn in hell."

Randy kept rubbing his cock, his eyes locked on Jeff, watching his mouth. Loving the fury and the fire that shown back from his green eyes as he ranted. The anger in Jeff's voice only made Randy harder. He groaned making Jeff jerk his head away and turn it to the side.

"Lie to me then. Because your life just might depend on it. Tell me what you'd do to me. Narrate it. Tell me how you'd drop to your knees and slide your lips over my cock. Tell me how you'd suck me til you gagged on my cum." Randy knew that he wouldn't, but he loved that visuals he was giving out bothered Jeff who squished his face up in discomfort.

"Never, Orton." Jeff replied.

Randy kissed Jeff's face near his lips. Jeff pulled back. Randy let go of his aching erection and grabbed Hardy's face with both hands to keep it still.

"Don't fight me. I'm what's keeping you alive." Randy licked his lips.

"Please, stop, don't do this, Randy." Jeff begged closing his eyes.

"I told you, I'm not doing anything."

Randy gently pressed his lips to Jeff's, lingering and kissing him. Kissing him even though Jeff grunted and tried to pull away. Randy began kissing him more roughly, moaning into Jeff's mouth. He tasted so good. Randy bit on Jeff's bottom lip slightly, sucking on it a bit. If Edge discovered this, Orton was dead.

Jeff kept his eyes shut as tight as they would go. His heart raced wildly. All he could do was grunt in protest. He really hated Orton for all he'd been through. Then why didn't he try harder to pull away? Jeff held his breath, hoping he'd stop. Randy pulled back, letting Jeff pant for breath.

"Randy.. please.." He whined finally jerking away.

Randy smiled. He just wanted to touch him again. He dropped down to his knees in front of Jeff.

"Randy.. don't.. " Jeff looked down and began to struggle as Randy undid his pants.

"Shhh.. it'll feel good, I promise."

"I don't want you touching me, you moron."

It only fell on deaf ears, Randy's mouth soon engulfed his cock.

"Stop it.. damn it.. no.." Jeff gasped.

It felt so fucking good. And he felt so fucking filthy. Damn cock just got harder. Randy took hold of his own throbbing cock and returned to stroking himself, never relinquishing his rhythm as he mouth-fucked Jeff against his will. Jeff felt himself crying through pants and groans, through his pleasure, through his regret. There was a part of him that wanted to struggle, maybe Orton would get the message and go away. Another part wanted to thrust.

"Oh.. God.. please... please, stop.. I.. don't..." Jeff's heart was racing, he had begun to feel faint.

If it's not right, if it's against his will, why the hell does it feel so good? Jeff groaned louder as Randy took him as deep as he could get him. That was all Randy could take as he came all over the floor.

Jeff bit his lip, pleading and moaning, his eyes shut tight as he felt climax building until he released, flushing with pleasure, shame, and a few other confusing things. Randy drank him up, sucking every last drop down before he got to his feet. Jeff looked away avoiding eye contact with Orton as he refastened Jeff's pants before he fixed his own.

"Stop being so modest. You liked that and you know you did."

Randy left the room and came back with paper towels, cleaning up his mess. He couldn't let Edge suspect a thing. Randy blew Jeff a kiss as he started up the steps of the basement.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"You're leaving me here?" Jeff knew that was a stupid question.

"I have no choice. Edge will be here extremely early. I'm sure he'll get you down." Randy closed the door behind him leaving Jeff alone in the dark with Edge to look forward to tomorrow.

Jeff had struggled and pushed and pulled and wiggled and shouted and screamed all night long. No amount of movement made the thing budge. Finally, he passed out.

Oh, why am I so bad to Jeffy? Honestly I have no clue. He just would look so hot strapped down with no where to go. I had a hard time describing the contraption. Jeff is chained up, standing up. That's good enough for me. How many times have I mentioned that Jeff vs Randy, Rumble '08 match? I dunno, I had that match on my mind a lot. (looks around innocently)

Some time skips will have to happen sooner or later. And I know; Matt needs to get there in time. But Matt don't know where on earth this place of Edge's is. I'll reassure you I'm not gonna kill Jeff. If I did that, my story would be dead too.

Randy; I don't know how he weasled his way into so much of my story. Originally he wasn't supposed to be here. But Edge needed an accomplice... Now, he's an important component in all this. And the hotel incident he speaks of isn't the one you think.

And no, Vickie has nothing to do with the kid-napping. I've already said to much.