Thanks for all the birthday wishes, XD! Glamagirl, sorry I forgot your review for chap 11. I had posted 12 before I discovered I had it. I didn't mean to leave you out. Everyone seemed to like chp 11 and I am not done w/ Randy and Jeff by a long shot. JNHwwe, thank you. Renna33, I admit that, yes, I am evil. Chisato-chan, human? Nope, not human. sevvysvampire2008, suspense is a good thing, but please don't die. NeroAnne, thank U. Randy is in a place he doesn't want to be. Edge, the awesome scum, has made it so lives are at stake.
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Chapter thirteen/ 'Damaged'Rated; M/ L, S, V
(December 27, 2008-- Saturday night)
"Hey, where the hell are you going?" Randy asked seeing Edge start to head toward the basement.
"To check on Jeffy." Edge stopped and turned around in the doorway.
"Man, leave him alone. I checked on him, he's fine." Randy stood by the counter.
"By 'check' I mean 'I'm horny'." Edge smiled.
"Come on, Edge, you beat the holy living hell out of him. His face is bruised and cut and you're lucky his head doesn't need stitches."
"Randy, why are you even here? Vickie thinks I'm with family. I don't need you. Shut up and go somewhere."
Edge continued his way down to the basement. Randy looked down. He wanted to go stop it in a way. This whole situation had past up wrong and went straight in to fucked-up days ago.
Randy made a move toward the open door leading to the basement, but stopped deciding against it. He sat down at the table folding his hands down on the top and resting his head down in them like a pre-schooler. Waiting for the screams.
--xx--
"Please... no.. leave me alone." Jeff groaned.
Edge sat a chair down and lifted Jeff up under his arms dragging him over to it, sittting down in the chair as he backed up. Jeff slumped over on his knees in front of him.
"Please..." he whimpered.
"C'mon, I just want your mouth. That's all. You can do that much. It doesn't hurt to use your mouth." Edge panted, hard at the mere thoughts of it.
"I dun wan' to." Hardy slurred.
"I'm being reasonable, Jeff. Your mouth or your ass? Your pick." Edge bargained undoing his pants
Edge lifted him up in to his lap. Jeff was weak, starving, hurting all over. Edge gave himself a couple of warm-up strokes.
"Let's go, open up." Adam growled eagerly.
Jeff shook his head holding to the sides of the chair. Edge stuck his fingers in his mouth prying it open amongst Jeff's protests. He lowered his head down on his cock, groaning when he breached Jeff's lips.
"C'mon you can do it. I know you remember how."
Edge grunted. He was getting frustrated.
"C'mon, Jeff. I want you to do it. Or, I'm gonna beat the hell out of you again. You don't want that, do you?"
--xx--
Randy sat with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands listening to Edge. He hated him for all he was doing to both of them. The man had grown sicker over time. More deranged. He needed mental help. Randy's conscience fought with him to go stop it. It's not like he couldn't easily kick Edge's ass. But he couldn't risk his secret getting out. It was too much of a cost.
"Oh, yes, Hardy.. Use that mouth." Edge moaned from the basement.
The words made Randy cringe. Edge groaning was making him come to life and he didn't want it to.
--xx--
Jeff tried to block out what he was doing. Edge's fingers tangled in his hair as he mouth-fucked him. Jeff hated himself for giving in. He didn't want it up the ass again from this psycho and he didn't want another beating. He felt like a whore.
"That's it.. ohh.. that's perfect, Jeff.. you're learning so well."
Edge pulled at his hair raising his lips off his dick. Jeff still had his eyes closed. He shut his mouth hoping Edge was finished.
"Uh, uh, uh, open your mouth. I'm not done with you." Edge panted.
Reluctantly Jeff held his mouth back open. Edge took his dick in his hand aiming it at Jeff's mouth, tracing his lips with the head of his cock, then thrusting his hips up and entering just the tip.
"Close you lips.. oh, yes.."
Edge grunted when Jeff closed his lips slowly around his head.
"Okay, now suck..."
Jeff whimpered.
"That's all you have to do, Jeff. Just suck on it like it's a piece of candy.. c'mon.. don't make me get the belt."
Jeff reluctantly did as he was told, sucking lightly on the tip of Edge's hard cock.
"Ohh, yes... yes.. shit..."
He pushed Jeff's head further on down his shaft, loving the feel of his hot mouth, his lips, his tongue. He moved Jeff's head helping him suck him.
--xx--
Randy listened to Edge moaning from the kitchen. Bitch had to leave the goddamn door open so he'd hear. Randy had gotten so fucking hard it hurt. He had to give in. He rubbed himself underneath his pants. He couldn't take anymore. He felt like shit, he really did, but he had to relieve this ache.
--xx--
Edge held both hands on Jeff's head impaling him with his cock. He raised him up and stood up.
"Hold still."
Edge took ahold of himself and began jerking off over top of his toy. He still held Jeff up by his hair as he slumped on his knees. Adam grunted as he shot cum all over Jeff's face, hair, and chest. He released his hold on Jeff's hair letting him crumble to the floor. Edge grabbed the chair and took it up stairs as he left.
--xx--
Randy looked in the mirror as he washed his hands. He had came and had to change. And now he was staring at his reflection, hating what he saw. Why was he even still here? He should be home, resting for Raw. What he didn't want to answer himself with was the obvious; if he left Jeff tonight, Edge may kill him, if he didn't die of his injuries. Randy wanted to ignore why he might care, or that he even did care at all.
--xx--
(December 28, 2008-- Sunday)
Randy went down to the basement with some soap, warm water, and a sponge. As well as a first aid kit. He sat down next to Jeff who was nothing more than a heap on the floor.
"Jeff? Jeff, it's Randy." Randy said softly.
Jeff only jumped when he reached out to touch him.
"Shit, Jeff, come on."
Randy shook off whatever pity or remorse he was feeling as he washed him off the best he could with the sponge. Orton wasn't sure what the fuck he was feeling. Pity, remorse, sorrow.. those words seemed so foreign to him these days. There may have been a time when he used to know them, but those days were dead. Evolution killed them. Everything was perfect back then. Triple H and Flair molding him to be great. And then he just had to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Had to cross The Game and piss him off. Randy tried to be a so-called good guy. Hell, he even tried to take down Evolution... He didn't know where he went wrong.
Wanting to take out The Undertaker and end 'The Streak' was probably the dumbest fucking idea ever. But he thought that the people that had stood behind him would continue to do so. Not even his girlfriend at the time, Stacy Keibler believed in him. His dad did for a time, but even he walked away. Then after a year that was nothing short of disasterous, he was propositioned by Edge. Edge came to him, wanted to help him (by helping himself of course) exercise demons on Triple H and his best buddy, Shawn Michaels.
He trusted Edge. Edge was the first one in a year that proved to be trustworthy. Everyone else had turned their backs on him. He was becoming a liability. Edge got him tag gold, the first title he had held since losing the World title two years back. Edge blamed him for losing them. Edge started to blame him for their loses. Edge blamed him for Amy leaving and Randy had nothing to do with it. Despite their public troubles, Edge sort of stuck by him in their personal lives. Edge helped him a great deal. At first it just felt like Randy owed him, now it feels like Edge's hanging it over his head. Everyone had turned their backs on him eventually, even Edge.
Pity, remorse, sorrow. After all he'd been through, especially with Adam, he didn't think he knew those words anymore. He took out rage and anger over what Edge had done on helpless wrestlers he'd faced in the ring. But looking at Jeff right now, seeing true evil in action.. He shook his head. Maybe, it's something deeper..
"Randy.." Jeff choked out breaking Orton from his past demons.
"Shhh, it's okay.. I'm not here to do anything to you, Jeff. I just want to clean you up, take care of your cuts." Randy swallowed.
He raised Jeff up to where he was sitting with his back against the wall. Randy stood on his knees. Gently he washed his face. If it wasn't for him, Mr. Legend Killer, the Ice Man, Jeff would be dead. Edge claimed he loved him. Yeah, right. Edge wouldn't know love if Cupid shot him with an arrow through his freaking skull. Jeff reach out grabbing at Randy's shirt.
"Please.. Randy.. I'm.." Jeff whined.
Randy moved his hand away.
"No, Jeff, let me clean you up, okay. You're okay, you don't have to..."
Randy stopped when he felt Jeff reach for his belt.
"Stop that.. what's wrong with you?" Randy asked concerned.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not okay.. stop it."
Randy held him back against the wall. He was confused and didn't understand why Jeff was doing what he was doing. Was he cracking up? Giving up? Randy didn't like it. He wanted the Jeff Hardy he knew back. The one who tossed him off the stage before Swantoning him from thirty feet up. This one was damaged.
"Please.. I need you."
"No, Jeff, you don't. Listen to yourself, you're not thinking."
Randy grabbed the alcohol and applied it to a cotton ball before he dapped it on Jeff's forehead. Jeff winced at the stinging. The bruising wasn't bad. No broken bones. Edge didn't do it to kill him, or do serious damage. He did it to show Jeff who was boss. The cut was the worst of it and though it looked like shit, it would heal and didn't need stitches. There was a bit of swelling yesterday, but it went away thanks to ice bags and alcohol rags.
"Hold still, Jeff, it's okay."
He dapped some antiseptic on the cut and put a fresh bandage on it. Jeff whined and reach for Randy's belt again.
"Ah, stop it.. What we did was wrong, Jeff, okay. I shouldn't have gave in to you. I shouldn't have..."
Randy trailed off as Jeff rubbed his cock slowly. Damn, it felt good. Randy jerked Jeff's hand away.
"What's wrong with you?"
He looked Jeff over holding his head, raising his lids to examine his eyes. Jeff rolled them around. He wasn't right that was for sure.
"Jeff, focus on me, please.. Oh, fuck, Jeff, stop." Randy gasped as his hand found his dick again.
"Please.. Randy.."
"Edge is upstairs. He'll kill us both."
With all his will-power he jerked away and fastened his pants. He was scared Jeff had finally lost it. He pulled him down on his side and fit his body behind his, wrapping his arm around him, holding him.
"Randy.."
"No, Jeff just relax."
Randy felt even more like a deranged monster. He was responsible for all of this. And he didn't know how to get out of it.
--xx--
Randy went upstairs, sitting the supplies on the counter.
"How is Jeffy?" Edge smiled evily.
"Let him out of the basement, Edge. Now, come on, you're being sick."
Edge smirked wider. "You have no right to judge me, Orton."
Edge sat down at the table to enjoy dinner. Randy got out some soup and warmed it up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Edge asked.
"Feeding him. Or would you like it if he died. He's you're pet. You have to feed those." Randy snapped getting a spoon.
"Hey, you can't take him a glass bowl, hot soup, and silverware." Edge squinted.
"He hasn't got the energy to form full sentences. I'm sure I'll be fine." Randy took the soup to the basement.
--xx--
He sat Jeff back up and got a spoon full of soup.
"Jeff open up, it's just food."
Jeff shook his head.
"You have to eat." Randy pleaded.
Jeff shook his head again.
Randy growled. He grabbed Jeff's face forcing his mouth open and pouring the soup inside before holding his mouth closed. Jeff only whimpered.
"Swallow, damn it. I swear, Jeff, I will stick a tube down your throat and force feed you. I'm sure Edge has one somewhere. Now, swallow!"
Jeff reluctantly swallowed. Even eating hurt.
"Good. Now we're getting somewhere." Randy smiled.
--xx--
Randy came back in amd slammed the bowl down on the table.
"D'he eat?" Edge asked reading the newspaper.
"Yes." Randy said hatefully.
"Don't get crappy, Orton, shit." Edge smirked.
"I want him out of the basement, Edge."
Edge folded down one side of the paper and looked at Randy like he was nuts.
"Why?" he raised his eyes at the young man.
"Wh.. why? Are you fucking serious? Go take a fucking look at him. And do it with your eyes and not your dick. He's broken. You got your wish. He's gonna die if you leave him down there." Randy stared dead at Edge.
"I think you're forgetting whose in charge here." Edge folded the paper up and threw it down before crossing his arms over his chest.
"Edge, if you love him. If you want to keep him alive to fuck later. You need to get him out of the basement. Let me take him to the bedroom. Let me get him better, or he's gonna die." Randy tried psychology.
Edge shrugged.
"Listen to me, Adam. If Jeff dies, them I'm gonna kill you and bury you both in this backyard and then I'll be free. Hardy is your tie to me. Without him, you're fucked." Randy pointed to himself then to Edge making a point.
"You don't have the balls to kill me. If you did.. I'm positive you would have already did so." Edge puckered his lips.
"You're sure?" Randy placed his hands on the table and licked his lips.
"Don't fucking threaten me, you little shit."
"Goddamn it, Edge. That's a human being down there." Randy pointed towards the basement.
"When the hell have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself, Orton. Why the fuck do you care now?"
"Fuck you, Edge." Randy grabbed the keys off the counter and headed towards the basement.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to get Jeff. I'm going to clean him up and get him in some clean clothes and put him to bed. And get the fucking cuff off of him before it breaks his ankle. I have Raw tomorrow and you'll be here. If you wanna relocate him to the basement, then fine."
Randy exited to Edge's rolling eyes and mocking.
--xx--
Randy carried Jeff back up the stairs, his arms under him. Jeff's arms laid losely around his neck. Edge didn't like the sight. Randy was becoming weird.
"Hey, where are his damn cuffs?"
"Does he look like he's going to do anything, or go anywhere? He can't even stand. I think your little bracelet fractured his ankle. You 'hired' me to take care of Jeff, so all you have to do is sit back and get off. Well, that's what I'm doing; My job." Randy ranted carrying him away.
--xx--
Randy had Jeff in the tub. The water was a murky brown color thanks to the dirt, sweat, and blood. Now that Jeff was sort of clean and in better lighting, Randy could tell that he wasn't banged up too badly. Not even as bad as he had originally thought. The cut would heal. The bruising wasn't any worse than what he'd endure in a TLC match, or something like that at best. The soup had already brought some of his color back.
Randy washed him silently. Jeff opened his eyes and gazed over at him.
"Why are you doing this?" Jeff choked out, his voice still hoarse.
"Shut up, Jeff. I don't want you dead. Edge don't want you dead either, he's just.. he's crazy right now." Randy muttered. Truth be told, he didn't know why he was doing it.
"What about..?" Jeff trailed off.
"I told you, Jeff. I'm not here to befriend you. I am only keeping you alive. What happened between us shouldn't have. If Edge finds out, I'm dead, you're dead. Got it?"
Jeff nodded.
"I wanna do it again."
Randy stared at him. What Jeff had just told him somehow was shocking.
"No, you don't, Jeff. You're not thinking clearly." Randy looked away and squeeze out the rag.
"You only want me when you can't have me.. s'at it?"
"I don't..." Randy stopped, "You're Edge's whore. Not mine." He finished with clinched teeth.
The words even stung Orton. But he had to say something. Jeff getting too close was bad. Randy getting too close was bad. Nothing good would come of it.
"Didn't stop you before." Jeff snapped.
Randy grabbed his face. He glared at him with his beautiful blue eyes shining like fire.
"I got what I wanted from you. I'm done with you. You got that, Hardy? I used you. I raped you the same as Edge does. You were a hole for me to fill and I don't want to do it again."
Jeff stared at him. Randy let go and stood up.
"Now, come on, let's get finished. I have a very important match tomorrow. You'll be Edge's bitch all day long." Randy steadied his voice.
"Fuck you, Orton. You're still a fucking bitch." Jeff said.
Randy smiled, at least his demeanor was returning.
"Not gonna work, bitch."
Edge is a evil douche by this point. And he's only gonna get more fucked up in the head.
Randy, Randy, Randy... Who's he lying to?
This story may flip-flop around some. But isn't that life? Twists and turns and unexpected bullshit being thrown from all directions?