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Chapter ten/ 'Christmas Present'Rated; M/ L, S, V
"Jeff! Wake up. Come on, it's Christmas, man. Wake up. Everyone will be here shortly to open gifts." Matt called.
Jeff opened his eyes and looked around. He was at Matt's house. How'd he...? His head hurt like hell. Then he noticed the Vodka bottles. Shit what a night that must of been.
"Yo, Jeffro, come on. I'm making lunch. Want anything?" Matt called.
Jeff blinked as Matt came in. Jeff realized he was on the couch.
"Matt?" Jeff squinted.
"Well, it sure as hell aint one of Santa's elves." Matt smiled. "You okay?"
"Where's... Edge." Jeff asked slowly.
Matt looked confused. "Edge? Edge's at home guzzling egg nog so he can picture Vickie as Jenny McCartney long enough to kiss her under the mistletoe."
"It was a dream?" Jeff sat up and rubbed his chest. This all made very little sense. He stood up, his head thumping.
"Musta been a wild one. You look like shit." Matt smiled.
"Oh, Matty, I've never been happier to hear you say that." Jeff said wrapping his arms around his brother and hugging him tightly.
"Um, man, you sure you're okay?" Matt asked genuinely concerned for his brother's sanity. Like it was the first time. Matt none-the-less returned the hug.
"Yeah, everything's just great." Jeff released Matt taking his shoulders and holding him back from him to just stare at him. Matt patted Jeff on the arm.
"Great. Let's go, champ. Dad'll be here any minute, we have to clean up." Matt turned to take his leave.
"Okay, I'm right behind you. Oh, and Matt?"
Matt stopped and shrugged at his brother. "What, Jeff?"
"I love you."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Love you too, bro."
Jeff followed Matt into the kitchen. It felt good to be able to do so on his free will. He sat down at the table.
"Hungry?" Matt asked getting out his needed ingredients.
"Starving." Jeff replied. He laid his head down. Oh, the throbbing.
"Jeff, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing it's just my head. It's killing me." Jeff said with his head still down.
"Well, if you'd wake your damn ass up, maybe we wouldn't have that problem."
Jeff raised his head and stared at Matt confused. It was the way Matt had said it, so angry. Not joking, but angry.
"Matt?" Jeff barely got it out. Something didn't quite feel right.
Matt was holding a glass of water.
"I said, wake up!" Matt tossed the water at Jeff.
--xx--
Jeff snapped to reality, coughing and gagging.
"Wake the fuck up. C'mon, it's Christmas." Edge said psychotically happy.
Adam's voice brought in the harsh realism that he had been dreaming. It was a fucking dream. He hadn't passed out at Matt's. That was a goddamn dream. His reality still was that he was chained up somewhere in God knows where held as Edge's captive.
Jeff sat up and rubbed the water out of his eyes and off his face. Thankful that it wasn't cold water, it was actually quite warm.
"Here, gimme hands." Edge sounded like a five year old wanting to go see what Ol' St. Nick had left under the tree.
Edge pulled Jeff's hands behind his back and cuffed them. He unlocked the collar and tossed it to the floor with a clang. Edge grabbed the knife.
"Let's go. Don't try your shit. It's Christmas." Edge smiled.
Jeff groaned and got up. Edge led him to the bathroom, forcing him to clean up. When that was all over with he led him back to the bedroom still naked, wrapped up in a towel. Jeff wanted to be home with his family on this day. Not here with this insane maniac.
"Lay down on the bed." Edge blantantly commanded motioning with the knife.
Already Jeff missed Randy. If he had to be held hostage, at least Randy hadn't raped him yet... well.. did oral count?
"Come on, Edge, it's Christmas."
"Yes, it is. And my present is you." Edge smiled.
"No." Jeff's back was against the wall. He couldn't bolt to the door. Edge was so crazy he was liable to stab him.
Edge grabbed Jeff by the throat and backed him up hard against the wall, he held the knife at his stomach.
"New rule; everytime you don't mind, or disobey, you get cut. Now, where do you want it?"
"You're insane, you sycophant." It came out calm, but deep down he was scared for his safety.
Edge moved the knife in one swift motion and sliced Jeff in the side. Jeff gasped. It hurt, but it wasn't deep enough to do damage, just cause a small amount of blood to trickle down from the wound and be soaked up by the towel.
"On the bed." Edge grabbed his arm and tossed him on the bed, pouncing quickly on top of him.
Jeff struggled with Edge, but Adam proved to be stronger and straddled Jeff, who was on his back. He sat on his stomach and pulled the cuffs out of his back pocket. Jerking one arm above the younger wrestler's head he cuffed it to the railing before jerking the other up to join it.
"Edge.. please.. don't do this.." Jeff struggled.
Edge dismounted Hardy and walked his fingers up Jeff's stomach and chest.
"Oh, c'mon. I've let you heal. I haven't had any in a couple of days." Edge cooed like that justified it.
He sat down beside Jeff wrapping his arm across his body. He brought his hand up and turned Jeff's face to him.
"Don't.. let me go.." Jeff whined.
"I can't do that." Edge held his Jeff's face as he pressed his lips to his, kissing him hard. He loved how Jeff moaned in protest. Jeff jerked away.
"Stop fighting me, Jeffrey. I will have you one way or another, you know that."
"I hate you. I hate you, Edge! Do you hear me? I fucking hate your guts!" Jeff shouted.
Edge smiled. "Oh, yeah, talk like that is really gonna twist my arm into letting you go." Edge smarted.
He got up and yanked the towel away then took hold of both of Jeff's ankles in an attempt to spread him apart.
"What the fuck?" Jeff started kicking and got Edge in the gut. Edge grunted and stumbled back.
"I see you leave me no choice." Edge snarled.
Jeff didn't like the sound of that.
Edge went over to the dresser drawer and got out some rope. He went back over to the side of the bed and grabbed Jeff's right leg. Jeff kicked at him, but Edge yanked down hard on his leg earning a shout from Hardy as he held his leg down and tied the rope tightly around his ankle then to rail at the bottom of the bed. Jeff tugged and tugged, but he couldn't get it lose.
"Now, where were we." Edge grinned wickedly. He had Jeff Hardy naked, cuffed, and tied to his bed on Christmas morning. And he didn't even have to ask Santa for him.
Edge walked around to the other side of the bed and sat back down holding Jeff's free leg down with his body weight. He walked his fingers down from Jeff's stomach to his crotch circling his cock with his fingertips before taking a hold of it in his hand.
"No, don't fucking touch me.." Jeff pulled uselessly at the railing. They were iron and the cuffs weren't breaking.
"I can touch you whenever I damn well feel like it. Besides, I think you could really use some. I think you need to relieve some tension." Edge growled the last word slowly.
He loved how Jeff's cock stiffened in his hand naturally.
"N..no.. please.. no.. I.. don.." Jeff panted swallowing and closing his eyes.
"You like it. I can feel you getting hard." Edge taunted. He licked his lips watching Jeff, getting so fucking hard himself.
"No.. no.. stop.."
Edge released his rhythm on Jeff and stood up. He raised his shirt above his head and tossed it to the floor before unzipping his pants, pushing them along with his underware down to the ground and stepping out of them. The sounds of Jeff moving, making the bed sort of squeak, wiggling to get free, moaning in frustration whilst doing so only made Edge more eager to be inside him.
Jeff looked up at the cuffs sliding them up and down where they were linked with the railing hoping they might snap, listening to the sound of metal scrapping on iron. His attention was turned to Edge as he felt him grab his free ankle pulling it away from his body, spreading him out and sliding in on the bed over him on his knees. Jeff looked up at him helplessly, his heart pounding. He knew what was next on the Ultimate Opportunist's agenda.
Jeff swallowed. "No.. no.." he whined, pleading with his eyes.
"Shhh.. it's okay, Jeffrey. It shouldn't hurt as bad this way."
Edge held Jeff's free leg away scooping him up under his ass and pushing him apart further to get situated. He had him spread perfect for access. Edge gazed down as he guided his cock to Jeff's entrance pushing himself all th way inside to the rim. Jeff held his breath wincing and whining. Edge was a goddamn liar, it hurt just as fucking bad.
Edge grunted, loving how tight and hot Jeff was. He loved the sight of Jeff's face, his features twisted in pain. That's why he wanted it this way. He wanted to watch him. Watch his eyes, watch the tears start to fall from them. Watch his mouth as he begged for him to stop.
Edge reach up and grabbed Jeff's face, grinning before he began to pound him. Jeff screamed in agony as Edge's cock stabbed in and out of him. Ripping him.
Adam leaned down disregarding Jeff's pleas and began kissing him, forcing his tongue in his mouth, loving Jeff's moaning. Loving him wriggling underneath him. Edge pierced Jeff's prostate. Jeff whined louder, his eyes shut as tight as they would go. Edge broke the kiss.
"You really hate it when I do that don't ya." He hissed.
Jeff turned his head, but Edge turned it back to him. Hitting his prostate again getting another strangled cry from Jeff.
"Huh? You hate it because deep down you like it. It feels good."
Edge turned his head back away and let go of his leg, moving his arm to the other side of Jeff as he sucked on his neck.
"Huh, Jeff.. you like that, don't ya.. Fucking.. like me pounding your ass?"
"Go to hell." Jeff grunted, it was almost unaudible.
Edge chuckled and nipped near Jeff's ear before pulling on the ring that occupied Jeff's earlobe with his lips.
"Please... please.. stop.."
"Ohh, I like it when you beg. You're so sexy when you beg, when you're helpless.. Makes me so hot." Edge panted.
Jeff moved his leg. Edge pushed it back holding him apart.
"Ohh, yeah, Jeff.. your ass feels so good on my cock.. I could fuck you all day and night."
Edge kissed Jeff's face. He shook his blond hair out of the way as he raised up. He held Jeff's leg up by the ankle with one hand, wrapping his fingers around Jeff's cock with the other rubbing him in a steady rhythm with his own as he slammed in and out of Jeff's asshole. A bit of blood covering his shaft because of the tearing. It was a sight that Edge couldn't get enough of.
"No.. no.. no.. please, don't.. I don't.. want.. to.. please.. no..." Jeff begged.
"Oh, come on, Jeff. I want you to come for me. It's my Christmas present. C'mon, let me see you come."
Edge licked his lips. His eyes darting from his cock to Jeff's face.
"Does it feel good, sweetheart?"
Jeff shook his head.
"Liar, liar, liar, liar, LIAR, LIAR!" Edge taunted.
Jeff shut his eyes, the tears that were rimming his green eyes began to slither down his cheeks. Edge stabbed at his prostate again receiving a feral yell from Jeff as he came on his stomach and all over Adam's fingers.
"That's it.. ohh, yeah.. come for me, baby. That feels good, and you know it, you slut." Edge relinquished his hold on Jeff before pounding in to him harder, loving Jeff's screams and shouts.
"Please... stop.. it hurts you asshole.. please.. please.." Jeff growled, hoarse from screaming. He laid defeated, tired, and crying as Edge came with an groan of his own.
He released Jeff's leg and laid on top of him. Taking a hold of Jeff's head and wiping the tears from his face.
"Shhh... see, it's over." He kissed his lips softly and then pulled out.
--xx--
Matt yelled in utter frustration as he shoved the tree to the ground, scaring the shit out of guests. He stormed outside. Gil followed his son.
"Now, now, son. Calm down. It's gonna be alright."
"You call this alright? Jeff's been gone for almost a week. It's Christmas, he's not here. God only knows where he is. It's not alright. I don't know what to do." Matt buried his face in his hands rubbing it in frustration.
"You're doing all you can do, Matt. There's nothing more you can do."
"Yeah, there is something." Matt looked up.
"Now, Matty, I already have one son missing, don't go and do something stupid to land me another in jail." Gil warned looking Matt dead in the eyes as he took hold of his shoulders.
Matt swallowed and nodded.
"Now, let's just calm down and let the police handle this. Let's go on back inside and not ruin this for everyone else." He guided Matt back inside the house. Matt didn't want to calm down. But he didn't need to be such an ass infront of his father either. With as much as he didn't want it to, Christmas would go on with or without Jeff Hardy.
Depressing ending? I know. And I know, I am sooo evil for letting you believe it was all a dream and Jeffy was safe. Hate me, I don't mind.
Jeff Hardy-- naked, cuffed, and tied to a bed on Christmas morning. That's a fangirl's dream come true.
As always, if words aren't spelled right, or there are typos, or anything else is a miss, I apologize. No one's perfect and I'm not a grammer nazi. Hey, at least I try.