Title: The Enigma's Playlist
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: I no own anyone mentioned in this story. If I did, I wouldn't need to write. But if she ever comes into the story, I own Alexis Michaels.
I wanted something I could update once a week when I'm bored in class, so this is it. If you want to request a pairing, setting, plot, a song, anything, feel free to send in suggestions via reviews. I'll use everything. But it WILL feature Jeff as bottom because I can't really imagine him as a top. Some will be short, others long. Depends on what I feel like and how well I'm thinking.
Summary: Jeff has a lot of songs on his ipod, and each song has a memory. Most good, some bad, but all mindblowing. And mindblowing they are. Oneshots based off songs lyrics.
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You're gonna pay…
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"Shit shit shit!"
Jeff ran through backstage as fast as he could, skidding to a stop when he came a part he'd never really explored before. He leaned over to catch his breath, the last minute or two replaying over and over in his mind.
Matt had been in a 2-on-1 handicap match against the Undertaker and Kane and Jeff just couldn't stand by and let his brother get torn apart. He'd run out with a steel chair and slammed it into Mark's back as he was about to get Matt in position for a Tombstone for the win and booked it back out of the ring and backstage as Matt covered him for the win.
Jeff finally got his breath back a little. It was enough that he might be able to run to their rental and get himself to the safety of his and Matt's hotel room before the Deadman could find him.
"Jeffrey."
Jeff froze at the deep voice, debating whether he should take his chances running or standing still. He didn't get a chance to choose when Mark clamped a hand down on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
"You hit me with a chair." Mark's voice was whispered, his mouth right by his ear and sending shivers down his spine. "You cost me the match."
"I-I'm sorry," Jeff stuttered nervously. Maybe if he played the innocent baby Hardy card, he'd get out unscathed. Maybe.
"Do you think you should just be released?" Mark asked. His other hand reached up and grasped a handful of Jeff's multicolored locks, tugging to jerk the younger's head back. He didn't miss the slight moan that escaped the baby Hardy when he tugged, a smirk coming to his lips.
Jeff nodded as best he could with Mark's hand still holding his hair. "You need to be punished," was the last thing he heard before something slammed against the back of his head.
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Jeff stirred slightly, slowly opening his eyes. He tried to move his hands to rub his eyes to help him wake up, but he couldn't move them. Looking up, he saw his hands tied together at the wrist and tied to the headboard of the bed he was now lying on. A closer inspection and he saw he was only wearing the acid-wash jeans he'd been wearing when he'd interfered with the match and nothing else.
"Comfortable?"
Jeff jumped slightly at Mark's voice and saw the Deadman standing in the doorway that lead to the bathroom. He couldn't stop himself as his eyes searched lower to see him in a pair of black boxers. "N-No," he finally said, tearing his eyes away to look into Mark's.
"Well, this is a punishment, you're not supposed to feel comfortable," Mark said, walking over and leaning over Jeff. "You're supposed to take what I give you and like it."
Jeff felt a shiver go through his body at Mark's words, already starting to get hard at the thought of what his punishment would be. Mark didn't fail to notice the slight tent starting to form in his jeans. He smirked slightly, tugging on Jeff's hair again to pull his head up before crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Mark bit down on Jeff's lower lip hard enough to draw a little blood, Jeff letting out a small moan. The Deadman immediately forced his tongue into the Enigma's mouth. Jeff breathed in short bursts through his nose as Mark's tongue practically went down his throat, not able to do anything to stop it.
Mark finally pulled away, admiring his captive's kiss-bruised lips. He pulled off his boxers quickly before straddling Jeff's chest. Jeff's eyes widened, the tip of Mark's cock pressing against his lips. "Open," he ordered. Jeff just stared at him. Mark frowned with a slight glare, backhanding the Hardy across the face. "Open." The blonde quickly opened his mouth, the pain in his cheek forgotten when Mark pushed into his mouth. "Suck."
Jeff swallowed a little, Mark letting out a groan at the feel. Jeff licked gingerly at the head, wrapping his lips around it and sucked a little like he would suck on a lollipop. Mark groaned as Jeff slid his mouth over the shaft, one hand tangling in his hair. He started to thrust his hips forward as Jeff bobbed his head, the younger gagging as his cock hit the back of his throat.
Mark pulled away when he felt himself get closer to release, jerking his cock as Jeff stared at him. "Open your mouth, slut," he ordered. Jeff opened his mouth quickly, too tired and hurt to argue. Mark gave himself a few more quick jerks before he came, some of it landing in Jeff's mouth but most of it falling all over his face and in his hair. The Deadman got off of Jeff, practically ripping his pants off and letting his own cock spring free.
Mark gave his cock a few strokes to get it hard again before lubing it up. He lined himself up at Jeff's pucker, the tip barely breaching the rim to make the blonde gasp. "Please no," he gasped, struggling against the ropes keeping his wrists in place.
"You will take what I give you, slut," Mark growled, thrusting in deep and groaning at the tight fit. Jeff screamed in a mix of pain and slight pleasure as Mark thrust in and out, the pleasure starting to overlook the pain as Mark repeatedly hit his prostate.
"Umh…harder…" Jeff moaned, feeling himself get closer to his end. Mark just smirked, slowing down instead of speeding up. "Harder, damn it!"
Mark finally decided that Jeff had been through enough punishment and sped up, pounding the blonde into the bed as hard as he could. "M-Mark!" Jeff yelled, finally reaching his end, covering his stomach with his own fluids. The Deadman groaned as the space surrounding his cock tightened even more and he found himself cumming, filling Jeff completely.
Mark pulled out of the blonde, reaching up and untying his wrists. Jeff's arms fell limply to the bed above his head as he tried to get his breath back. "I think I should hit you with a chair more often," he said with a small smile.
Mark smiled a bit back. "I think you like punishment too much."
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This is my first actual slash scene that's M-rated that I've ever posted. Sorry if it kinda sucks.
Song: You're Gonna Pay – Jim Johnston (it was the Undertaker's theme when he was the American Badass)