Thank you as always. Glamagirl, oh, I have plans for Mr. Orton. And yes, I noticed that Edge was getting careless w/ Jeff, and yes, he's totally out of his mind. NeroAnne, you'll get to see, don't worry. Renna33, intense? Yes. And it's only gonna get more so.
Captive;
Chapter fourteen/ 'So Damn Raw'Rated; M/ L, S, V
(December 29, 2008-- Monday)
Randy was on a plane incredibly early. This whole arrangement had taken its toll on the Third Generation Superstar. He hadn't wanted to leave Jeff with Edge. Copeland was off his rocker and was liable to go on off the deep end any single second. Randy shifted in his seat and tried to keep his mind on the Fatal-4-Way he had tonight and not on the images of all the bad things Edge could possibly have planned for the day that were running rampant through his mind.
--xx--
Edge sat a stereo down on the dresser. Jeff grunted awake. Randy had put him to bed last night and handcuffed his hands to the bed rails as usual. But this morning he found himself not in that placement. He was on his stomach, his arms spread out and each hand was cuffed individually to each side of the railing. His feet were tied to the bottom. His head hurt like hell. He still ached all over.
"Morning, Jeffy." Edge smiled.
He jumped down in front of him at the side of the bed getting in Jeff's face. Jeff tried to say something, but realized his mouth had duct tape over it. Edge, the maniac, seemed to be in better spirits, but Jeff wasn't so sure he'd like whatever he was setting up.
"You sleep good?"
Edge moved Jeff's hair out of his face to get a better view at him.
"Me? I fell asleep on the couch. I was thinking about leaving you in the basement... And that... that was wrong. I was upset about what Matty did and that Big Show left me high and dry and when you decided to act up, I got mad and I shouldn't have done that Jeff. I only made myself look like an ass."
Edge rambled stroking Jeff's hair and the side of his face sweetly.
"Randy.. Randy was right.. I shouldn't have punished you that way, Jeff.. Because I don't want anything bad to happen to you.."
Edge twirled a strand of Jeff's hair in his fingers. He truly believed that this qualified as an apology.
"I'm gonna take better care of you from now on."
Edge kissed him on the forehead. Jeff laid still, looking at him. Trying not to show the fear he felt in his gut on his face. If he struggled or whimpered he might set Edge off again. He had no one to save him if Adam did go all psycho. Edge stood up and started to walk to the dresser.
"You like music, Jeffrey?" He turned around, but then turned back, "Well, duh. Of course you do. You used to have that band..."Edge trailed off.
Yeah, he used to have a life and free will to. Edge flipped through a red CD case selecting a disc and placing it in the open stereo drive. He closed it and began fingering the right buttons to make it play. It pushed the disc back out. Edge shoved it back in growling.
"Stupid piece of shit.." He muttered. "You like Zombie?" He asked gazing over at Jeff.
The disc spun around whining, Edge hit it with his fist.
"This is White Zombie. 'Astro-Creep: 2000'." Edge announced.
He selected track number 3. 'Real Soultion # 9'.
"Yeah, I remember her saying, 'I'm already dead, I'm already dead'...." Some chick on the track spoke softly.
Edge had immediately started bobbing his head to the beat of the music. Jeff did like music, but with the way his head throbbed he didn't want to hear birds chirping right now.
"Come on, come on, the motherfucker's on fire. Cut through the bone and cut through the wire..." The tune played.
Jeff watched as Edge banged his head, his golden locks flying and shaking carelessly. The psychopath was actually playing air guitar. Jeff squinted, he wished he'd turn the damn thing off, or down one. But Edge kept shaking his hair and dancing around.
"I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, I'm already dead. Come on, come on the motherfucker's on fire, cut through the bone and cut through the wire. Come on, come on the motherfucker's on fire, cut through the bone and cut through the wire." Edge sang along to the demented lyrics. Actually getting in Jeff's face and shouting them.
Jeff wondered if they were metaphoric. 'I'm already dead, I'm already dead..' It rang in Jeff's ears and through his head. Was he already dead?
Edge pushed pause. Thank God. He got back down on his knees in the floor in front of the bed in Jeff's face. He folded his arms and propped his chin on top of them.
"Hey, Jeff, wanna have some fuuuunnn?"
Jeff shook his head 'no'.
"Oh, come on. I'm bored." Edge pleaded. "You know what I like to do when I'm bored." Edge shook his head up and down quickly shaking his hair again, grinning.
Jeff whined and started struggling. Unfortunately, he did know what Edge liked to do when bored.
"Actually, I like to do it when I'm bored, when I'm stressed, when I'm happy.. when I celebrate.. Why do I need to celebrate, Jeffy? Do you wanna know why?" Edge's eyes gleamed.
Jeff shook his head. Edge lifted Jeff's shirt and walked his fingers up Jeff's bare back. Jeff tensed up at his touch.
"Vickie.. and Vince so agrees.. that since you are unavailable to defend your title.. which by the way, I put in a safe place.. since you are unable to defend it.. they're thinking of stripping you." Edge smiled.
Edge was using his pointer and middle finger to run along Jeff's skin, making circles and loop de loop lines.
"I was hoping that Vickie would hand it over to me, since I was the one you stole it from. But she'll probably make me fight for it in a series of mindless challenges against Big Show and Vladdy Kozlov, maybe even Chavo."
Edge rolled his eyes. He seemed even more insane. Maybe he was bipolar.
"I don't know what is up with her these days.." Edge sighed
He rested his head on his fist as he tapped fingers on Jeff's back.
"She just don't get me.. My need to win, my need to be champion. She don't get it. And if you saw how she looked at Big Show, man.." Edge's eyes got wide at the statement, "Something's going on there. I think she's fucking him."
Jeff squinted. Bad visuals.
"It's okay, though. I'm fucking someone else too."
Jeff shook his head as Edge stood up. Jeff whimpered and whined through the duct tape.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Jeffrey. I'm not gonna hit you, or hurt you again."
Edge reach underneath Jeff and undid his pants before he went to the end of the bed and untied his ankles. He jerked Jeff's pants on off and got on the bed over top of him. Edge unfastened his jeans moving them out of his way. Jeff continued to wiggle uselessly, whimpering through the tape.
"Hold still, Jeff, now you act like this is our first time or something... Ohh, yeah, baby, you're so fucking delicious when you squirm..." Edge laughed and stuck his tongue out.
He spread Jeff's legs and pushed on inside him quickly. Jeff screwed shut his eyes. Why couldn't Edge just leave him the fuck alone? Edge grunted loving how tight Jeff was. Holding himself up with his arms on each side of the younger man, wiggling his hips to get situated. Edge began thrusting slowly at first to get used to friction, then picking up a harder pace. Edge used his own legs to keep Jeff's pushed apart.
"Oh, yeah, so tight.. you feel so fucking good.."Edge groaned.
Adam's face was close to Jeff's ear, he could feel the lunatic breathing on his neck. Edge dropped down to his elbows propping up on them getting closer to Jeff running fingers through his hair while he plunged deep inside of him.
"Ohh, Jeff.. shit.."
Jeff kept his eyes closed, trying to block it out until Edge was done. Edge buried his face in between Jeff's shoulder blades, groaning louder. He noticed that Jeff wasn't screaming like he should be. Okay, maybe it wasn't too bright to put tape over his mouth. Edge wasn't entirely sure why he had did that. He dug his teeth in to Jeff's back through his shirt. That made Hardy scream, well the best he could through duct tape.
"That's it, Jeff.. fuck... almost there.. God, you're so fucking hot.. so fucking hot.."
Edge grunted as he came. He laid still for a moment catching his breath before he pulled out and stood back up fixing his jeans and running his fingers through his hair straightening it back up.
"See, just a quickie.. nothing fancy.." Edge pulled Jeff's pants back on, leaving them unzipped.
Jeff didn't move, he didn't open his eyes, just laid still. Maybe if Edge did hurry up and snap and kill him, he'd be done with this nightmare. Edge bent down and kissed Jeff on the cheek.
"Be right back.. gotta pee." Edge said as he exited the bedroom.
--xx--
Randy had been trying to put together a group of his own. He wanted loyalty, someone to stand behind him for a change. In Evolution it was all about Trip. With Rated-RKO, Edge was the mastermind. Randy wanted to lead for a change. It was proving to be a failure. But at least it was taking his focus off Jeff for a little while.
Kelly had stopped him in the back in front of a camera for the whole world to see no less. She was whining about a one night stand they had not too long back. It wasn't that Kelly Kelly wasn't hot. She just reminded him a lot of his ex, Stacy. Tall, leggy, blond, not a whole lot upstairs. She was dull and bland and boring quite frankly. Plus, she wouldn't be able to handle the current situation that Randy was in. If Kelly found that he was helping Edge hold Jeff Hardy captive, the little bitch would squeal. Or go straight and tell Matt Hardy.
He listened to her pitifully going on about her thinking that what they had was special. It was the same ol' line of bullshit from these girls. Didn't they have dignity? It sort of reminded him of Jeff yesterday. Difference was; Randy didn't like Kelly.
"I used you. You are pathetic, and the last thing I need with a World Heavyweight Championship on the line is a distraction like you." Randy walked off, leaving her sulking and heartbroken.
He looked back to make sure the cameras were not following him. No. He was good. He slipped in to the dressing room. The words ringing in his ears.
'I used you.'
Just like he said to Jeff.
'I used you... I raped you... You were a hole for me to fill..'
Randy put his head in his hands. He felt like shit.
And fuck distractions like Kelly, he already had a fucking distraction. The last thing he needed was a fucking distraction, but he had one...
Jeff didn't feel like just another hole to fill. Sex isn't just sex sometimes. Sex with Kelly; unoriginal, unmemorable, uneventful. Just a fuck, like so many others he had had before. But that fire in Jeff.. the chase that made it all the sweeter. Randy wasn't sure what it was. The passion, the tension, it seemed so intense. It felt like he had conquered something. It was the best sex he had ever had. 'Antoher hole to fill' was an understatement, 'cause it was all he could think about. He wanted, he craved, to do it again.
But it would be fatal if Edge found out. Edge believes Jeff is his. And if Orton acted on his feelings, it could put both their lives in turmoil. Jeff needed to hate him. Not to foolishly want him. What was Jeff thinking? Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome or some shit. Maybe Jeff had been exposed to so much hate and violence that he was latching on to the first thing to show him any form of compassion. That was probably it. Jeff needed to be shown compassion and love to survive. He didn't really want Randy, he was just surviving. Either that, or Edge finally got it through to him that he was nothing more than a whore.
Randy turned on the television to see what was going on. Manu just got beat by.. oh, shit.. Matt Hardy. He shook his head. Manu losing he didn't give a shit about, he was soon rather have Manu out of 'Legacy' anyhow. The problem was Matt Hardy was in the arena. Matt fucking Hardy.. ECW's Matt fucking Hardy. What in fuck's name was his ass doing on RAW? Randy knew he'd have to avoid Matt at all costs.
--xx--
Randy walked to the ring. He needed to stay focused on the task at hand; winning to go on to the Rumble to face John Cena for the World title. But his mind kept wondering to what the hell Edge was doing to Jeff. Was he beating him? Raping him? Making him suck him off again?
Randy shook off his notions as he stared down Chris Jericho, Shawn Micheals, and the loathsome JBL. What the fuck was going on there? Randy wondered if they had the same type of arrangement as he and Edge did. Was that the proposition? Did JBL have Marty Jannety tied up in his basement or something?
Randy looked down. Shit, he was doing that gossiping cheerleader chick thing again.
Orton tried to picture Jericho as Edge, hoping it would be motivation since his mind hadn't turned from Jeff or Edge. Too bad Chris had short hair these days and it wasn't still long like Adam's. He closelined the former Y2J hard anyway.
--xx--
(untelevised)
Randy sat on the bench in his locker room. HBK had superkicked him for the elimination. His face hurt like hell. Jericho had been kicked and eliminated before him. JBL basically made Shawn lie down for him to score a very tainted victory. Chris Jericho just left Randy's locker room. He wanted Orton to stage a protest with him next week against HBK's behavior to Stephanie. Maybe get Micheals suspended, or fired, maybe get JBL's match revoked or whatever.
Orton had agreed, but his mind was on other matters at hand. He dialed his phone and listened.
"Edge, we have big problems; Matt is here. I haven't left yet. I don't know if he has." Randy informed.
"I'm aware of that, Orton. I watched RAW. Way to suck and die by the way." Edge smirked.
"Bite me." Randy snarled.
"Actually, I just got done biting Jeff earlier. We had a quickie." Edge giggled.
Randy stared down at the phone then held it back to his ear. He bit his tongue. Edge was a sicko.
"So, Matty caused Manu to lose. Guess he won't be joining 'Legacy'." Edge mocked. "What the hell was that between you and Kelly Kelly?"
"A mistake. I'm done with her. She knows nothing." Randy waved his hand in the air adding pointless motion.
"Yeah, yeah, I don't care about your sex life, or lack of one, Orton. You need to get back here quickly before Vickie starts to suspect something. I need you home."
"This shit is getting tiring, man." Randy said rubbing his eyes with his thumb and his middle finger.
"I know, which is why I'm telling you to request some personal time off from Vinnie-Mac." Edge could be heard smacking his gum over the phone speaker.
"What? I can't do that, man. Me and Jericho have plans to talk to Stephanie next week about HBK. And I can't let Legacy down." Randy debated.
"Randy, your little spat, and your little group will have to wait. You have bigger obligations to worry about. Or do you forget what went down in room seven-thirteen?" Edge threatened.
Randy gritted his teeth.
"I can't do that, I have other commitments."
"Fine. I'll go anonymously turn in the evidence I have and your days as a professional wrestler will be terminated." Edge shot back.
"You can't do this to me." Randy shouted.
"Just think about what's more important." Edge barked.
"How long is this shit gonna go on? Huh, how much longer?"
"As long as I say so. Now, do what you're told and get your ass back here." Edge hung up.
Randy closed the phone and slung it against the wall screaming in frustration.
Poor Randy. Edge has him by the balls so bad. Heads up; the road's gonna get bumpy. I watched that moment w/ Randy and Kelly the other day and he said the same thing to her on the show, as I made him say to Jeff in this fic 'I used you'(chapter 13). I didn't realize that when I wrote it. So, I tied it in with the story.
The song Edge was playing is 'Real Solution # 9' by White Zombie on the 'Astro-Creep:2000' album. I don't own none of that either-- duh! Usually I don't do songs and shit in my stories, and I don't do songfics, but I love that song and that line that repeats over and over. Edge would look hot shouting to the song while he bangs his head.. At least I think so :P
And if you haven't guessed; wrestling and what happens on the show, is sorta real in this fic. Hey, it's just a story ;)