Gonna get bumpy.
Captive;
Chapter fifteen/ 'Cheating'Rated; M/ L, S, V
(December 30, 2008-- Tuesday)
Randy got in pretty early and was met by a frustrated Edge. He needed to get home to Vickie like he had promised her.
"Where's Jeff? Basement again?" Randy greeted. His voice was lack-luster.
"No, he's upstairs. Don't worry. I took care of him yesterday. We made love, I helped him clean up, fed him. He's doing just fine. Did you take care of what I told you to take care of?" Edge asked.
"Ye..yeah. Vince said that was fine. He was a little suspicious that I was on drugs or some shit. But, I agreed to a drug test to prove that I was just worn down and needed a break. I didn't think he'd go for it, but he gave me some time off." Randy said reluctantly. His mind still stuck on 'we made love'. Edge doesn't know 'love'.
"You didn't run in to Matthew did you?" Edge looked at him.
"No. I missed him, thankfully." Randy sighed.
"What about Jericho? He didn't suspect anything was up when you told him you couldn't have your little sit in next week did he?" Edge drilled Orton some more.
"No." Randy shook his head.
"Good boy. See ya later." Edge threw his keys up in the air and recaught them as he took his leave.
Randy nodded and headed upstairs. He was actually afraid of what he may find. Each step he took on the carpetting sounded loud, and each step made him nervous. He peeked around the corner of the door to the room Jeff occupied. Jeff was handcuffed back the way he usually was, asleep, whining in pain.
"Shit.. Jeff.." Randy whispered.
Randy walked over and noticed duct tape still on Jeff's mouth. He pulled it off slowly. It had made a slight red place on Jeff's mouth, nothing major, it would fade. Shit, scars fade. Don't they? But what he'd been through? That may never heal. Jeff blinked open his eyes and focused in on Orton.
"Randy.." He said weakly.
"Hush. I'm in no mood. Did you watch RAW? Did Edge let you watch it?" Randy put on his usual jerk demeanor.
Jeff shook his head.
"Well, thanks to Shawn Micheals I'm out of the title hunt. But at least you know something about that, huh?" Randy smirked.
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Hey, don't roll your fucking eyes at me, you little snot. If it wasn't for me you'd be dead. Now, let's go, get you cleaned up. I'm sure Edge has worn you out." Randy smarted.
Jeff shot him a look that could kill as Randy grabbed the knife and unlocked his cuffs. Every word burned like fire. Not only for Orton to say them, but for Jeff to hear them. What was Jeff thinking? That The Legend Killer would change? Be a goddamn hero? Hell, Orton was just a prick, and Jeff needed to accept it.
--xx--
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Vince asked.
Matt shrugged. He was sitting in his office like Vince was the principal and Matt was a troublemaking student.
"That little stunt you pulled last Friday, attacking Edge. Accusing him of kidnapping your brother. Do you know how absurd all that sounds?"
Matt shook his head. Best to be quiet.
"Matt, I know what you've been through with Edge. I know that he stole Lita from you. We all know the whole story.. I also know you've never fully recovered.. It seems only fitting that Edge took your brother, Jeff. But let's be reasonable, Matt. Why would he want to kidnap Jeff Hardy?" Vince said sitting behind the desk with his hands clasped together.
Matt shrugged. "Jealousy."
"He's married to the General Manager of Smackdown for crying out loud."
Matt shrugged again. "I don't know what to tell you, sir. I can't find Jeff. I'm..."
"I know, Matt, I know. The pressure is tough. But I want you to stop playing detective. Stop interrogating and blaming my superstars. Let the police handle this. They'll find Jeff. WWE doesn't need anymore bad press, you got that?" Vince nodded his way.
Matt nodded back.
"If people start looking at the talent as kidnapping monsters..." Vince stopped, maybe he had a marketting idea.
Any other time he would want to exploit the Jeff Hardy disappearance. Matt already said he wouldn't take part in it and that it may hurt the authority's lead if everyone thought it was a 'storyline'.
"I understand completely, Mr. McMahon. I used bad judgement, I got myself carried away. I apologize." Matt said softly.
"I'm letting you off with a warning. I want you to stay away from Adam Copeland and Vickie Guerrero. You're lucky they don't put a restraining order on you by this point." Vince shifted in his chair.
"Yes, sir, Mr. McMahon. Thank you, sir." Matt got up and left his office. He felt hopeless. And worse he had to focus on facing Mark Henry tonight.
--xx--
(December 31st, 2008-- Wednesday, early morning)
Edge held the phone tightly in his hand. He was sitting in his car, listening to Vickie rant.
"You're leaving, again. How many days has it been, Adam. You get in late everynight, some nights you're at relatives. What is going on?" Vickie demanded.
"Nothing, babe. I don't want you to worry about it. A close member of my family is sick, they might be dying, I need to be there. You know how important family is." Edge reasoned.
"Yeah, I guess so..." Vickie sighed sadly.
"You're important to me too, sweety-kins." Edge cooed.
"Awww, I know that too." She giggled. "I just miss you."
"I miss you too. That fire about you, the come hither glare that radiates from your eyes when you walk in to a room.. so, hot." Edge growled.
Vickie giggled again. "You're so sweet, huney."
"I know." Edge quipped sticking his tongue out.
"You go on and get back as soon as you can." She permitted.
"Okay. I will make it up to you. I swear." Edge was disgusting himself with the baby-talkish voice Vickie was accustomed to.
"I know you will." She smiled. "Love you."
"I love you more." Edge cooed.
"No, I love you more." Vickie repeated.
"No, I love you more." Edge repeated.
"Bye, and I love you more." She giggled.
"Bye, and nuh uh, I love you more." Edge growled sexfully into the phone before he shut it. His loving look turned to disgust. He really wanted this charade ended. It made him sick.
Vickie hung up, her smile turning to a hateful grimace as she started her car engine. She had Edge's rental in her sights. Glad Edge was oblivious and couldn't see her.
She knew something was going on. Family emergency? Yeah right. She wanted to the bottom of it. She just knew it was another woman and she was gonna bust them. She watched watched Edge pull out, she waited and followed him at a safe distance. He wouldn't recognize the car, it was a rental and the windows were tinted.
She watched him pull down a road, she drove off another not wanting to seem suspicious. She waited for him to get there and be in the act, so to speak, before she drove down the road, looking for whatever drive Edge's car would be parked in. The place looked deserted, no other houses whatsoever. The road was so long, she didn't think she'd ever see a house. But finally she came up on one. Two cars were in the driveway. One was Edge's. Two cars. Ha! Bitch was home.
The place looked fancy. A gold-digger? Vickie cut the engine and that's when the realization hit.
Edge was cheating on her. She was angry sure, but was also sad and overwhelmed. She sat behind the wheel, she had parked a good distance back so they couldn't look out and see her. She started silently crying until her tears turned hysterical, banging on the wheel and screaming like mad.
--xx--
Randy had Jeff on the couch. His hands in cuffs behind him. Edge reentered from the bathroom.
"Hey, Jeffy. Miss me? Boy, Vickie.. damn." Edge laughed rolling his eyes. "I sure missed you." Edge sat down next to Jeff and wrapped his arms around him snuggling in to him.
Jeff was like stone. Randy sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.
"So, what'd you two do while I was away?" Edge looked from Orton to Jeff, grinning.
"We played Monopoly and talked about the good ol' times." Randy smarted.
"Randy, your ignorance gives me such grief." Edge said staring at him.
Edge turned his attention back to Jeff. He licked his lips and turned Jeff's head to face him. Jeff jerked away not really saying a word. Course he hadn't spoke to Randy much either. What the fuck was there to say? 'You fucked me like Edge and then discarded me like you did Kelly Kelly. And now I feel like shit and I don't know why.'
Edge grunted and turned Jeff's head back to him.
"Jeff, we can do things the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice?" Edge pressed his lips to Jeff's.
Randy started to leave the room.
"Hey, where ya going, Raaannndy?" Edge asked gazing over at him.
"Man, I don't want to watch you play with your toy." Randy snapped.
Edge looked at him confused. "I thought you wanted to watch."
"Well..." Randy stopped. His cover was about to be blown if he didn't stop acting like a sentimental nut job.
"C'mon, stay.. watch.." Edge persuaded.
"Edge.." Randy's eyebrows furrowed as he held his hands up in a 'stop' gesture.
"No, I want you to watch. Stay." Edge turned back to Jeff.
Randy stood in the doorframe and watched Jeff try and scoot away from Edge who just swung a leg over him and straddled him to keep him from going anywhere.
"Edge.. leave me alone.." Jeff whined.
Adam pressing him back in to the cushions was putting pressure on his arms and causing the cuffs to dig in to his wrists.
"What? I just want a kiss damn it." Edge pouted.
Edge held Hardy's head still with both hands and brushed his lips against Jeff's. He started kissing him softly. Randy stood still, his arms folded. He didn't want to be apart of this anymore at all.
"Open your mouth a little.. c'mon, you've had worse in there."
Jeff parted his lips and shut his eyes as Adam kissed him passionately. Edge moaned as he slide his tongue inside of Jeff's mouth. Jeff whimpered when Edge grinded his hips into his. Edge moved down to Jeff's neck sucking on his flesh there and licking all the way up the side of Jeff's face. Jeff looked over at Randy with pleading eyes. Randy glared back at him. He wanted to at least mouth to him that he was sorry, that he couldn't help him. Randy just looked down feeling uncomfortable.
Edge unstraddled Jeff and sat back down beside him.
"Don't move."
Adam lifted his shirt and slid his hand down Jeff's pants fondling him.
"Come on, Edge. What are you...?"
"You wanted to watch. I'm letting you watch..." Edge shouted back to Orton without looking his way. "Stop fighting me, Jeff, or I will make Randy hold you down."
Randy looked back down.
"Do you hear me?"Edge growled.
Randy lifted his head back up to see that Edge had a tight hold on Jeff's hair. Jeff gave him an evil look in return. Adam ignored it and unbuttoned Jeff's pants.
"That's better." he sighed.
Jeff resumed struggling.
"I said stop, you piece of shit!" Hardy shouted.
Edge slapped him hard across the face causing him to fall over on the couch cushions.
"Randy, get your ass over here and hold him." Edge pointed over to Jeff.
"Edge.."
"I said do it." Edge commanded.
Randy walked over behind the couch and jerked Hardy up. He wrapped an arm across Jeff holding him back against the cushions. He grabbed the back of Jeff's hair with the other hand and held to it tight. His words from Christmas night blaring in his brain. 'And the next time Edge is here and I'm here and he goes to stick his dick in any part of you, I'm not gonna stop him.'
Edge slid his hand back down inside Jeff's pants and took hold of his cock rubbing him. Jeff turned his head and whimpered.
"C'mon, you like that, Jeff. This is what you better get used to. Anytime I want to fuck you, I will. You have no say in the matter."
"Please.. stop.." Jeff whined.
"Ohh, c'mon now, don't it feel good?" Edge asked.
Jeff shook his head.
"Hum? What do you think, Randy? Do you think Jeffrey is lying?"
Randy swallowed. "I think he's lying." Randy steadied his voice the best he could.
"Randy thinks you're lying." Edge said to Jeff. "I think you're lying."
"Edge, I can't watch, man.. I'm too hard as it is."
"So, jerk off. I'll bend Jeff over the couch arm. You can watch."
"Edge.. I'm tired of self-service." Any excuse was better than none.
Edge nodded and pondered. "You wanna use his mouth?"
"Man, have you finally lost it?" Randy was scared shitless. What if Edge knew? What if it was a fucking trick question?
"Please.. Randy.. stop.."
Jeff looked up at him pleading. Randy covered Jeff's mouth with his hand. He licked his lips.
"I'm good, Edge." Randy glared at Edge holding Jeff tight while he wiggled.
"Sure?" Edge had an evil look in his green eyes.
"Oh, yeah.." Randy growled. He wasn't good. The thoughts of having Jeff's mouth on his cock.. he shook it off. All this was so wrong.
--xx--
A while had passed. Vickie pulled herself together and refixed her make-up. Be damned she look like a train wreck. She blew her nose and added eye drops to make the redness go away. Adam Copeland was in deep shit.
"You love me? Yeah right, motherfucker." She muttered.
Vickie exited her car and walked over to the house. The windows looked creepy with bars on them. She went up to the door and knocked on it.
"Edge! I know you're in there!" She screamed banging louder.
Oooh, what's going to happen now? Sorry for grossing anyone out at the begining of this chapter. I hate Vickie and Edge's 'baby-talk'. It was painful even to write it.
Randy having a heart gives me such grief. But the thoughts of him twitching in angst.. now that's fun. And no, Edge has no remorse whatsoever. And capitalizing on last chapter; This will not be Kelly/Randy, or Kelly/anyone else. Poor thing is irrelevant.