A/N: WWE owns all.
Jeff and Matt Hardy are the property of TNA.
But Gangrel and Kevin Thorn, well, they're their own men, as far as I know.
(By the way, in case it's not made clear in the story, which is quite possible given my convoluted writing sometimes, the character Thorn is supposed to be AU Kevin Thorn. Thought it would be a crime not to throw him in, considering the fact that he also had a vampire gimmick. And, of course, considering how hot he is. Hotness is a prerequisite to participation in this story. I'm quite shallow, it would seem. grin )
Adam and Jay stood at their gate, waiting. They were bathed in the early afternoon sunlight that was coming through the passenger lounge's floor-to-ceiling windows, neither noticing the lovely day outside. The two friends stood there, carry-on bags in hand, waiting impatiently for their flight to be called. Adam glanced down at his watch and released a sharp, angry huff when he saw the time.
"Fuck", he muttered, shifting nervously on the balls of his feet.
Jay shot him a sidelong glance. "What's wrong?", he asked.
The high-strung blonde began chewing on his nails. He glared over at the bored-looking airline employee shuffling papers behind the ticket counter, willing the man to rise and begin the boarding process.
"We're 40 minutes behind schedule", he snapped, "What the fuck could possibly be taking so long?"
"They're probably cleaning the plane", murmured Jay, who seemed to be only half-listening to his comrade's tirade.
He'd been mulling over Jeff's shitty situation for the past half hour now, unable to quiet the ugly and vicious thoughts in his mind. "We've watched Jeff be slowly picked apart, over ten years, by that disgusting piece of trash", he thought, "How pathetic is it that we haven't been able to help him? Everything we've tried has failed, and then Jeff has always ended up worse off than he was before. What if we fail here? Will Gangrel be fed up enough to finally kill him?"
Jay stared at the floor blankly, rubbing at his sore forehead. No matter how he looked at it, the situation was grim.
He realized that the young Hardy was now as withdrawn and sickly as he'd been in his darkest days, when it had been common knowledge that he was a hardcore drug addict. His bright personality, charming smile, his contagious laughter, all were disappearing beneath a cloak of black despair. Soon, Jay feared, there would be nothing left of the man he'd once known.
And that thought terrified him. It stole his breath away.
Christian glanced over at his friend. He saw that Adam was watching him intently, his blue eyes sharp and fiercely aware.
Adam always seemed to know what he was thinking.
Jay stared back, his gaze haunted. "I'm worried about Jeff", he admitted in an unsteady voice, "I just…" He sighed, and shook his head in frustration. "I don't know, Adam. I think Gangrel really fucked him up the other night, and I think Jeff is scared and ready to break. I just hate watching this shit from the sidelines, and not being able to do anything about it."
Adam's gaze intensified. "That's why we're here, Jay. Because this really is the only way I can think of to help Jeff. We're gonna find a way in to see the Council. I'm not leaving Chicago until they've heard what we had to say."
Jay stared at his friend for a moment. Finally, he sighed, and gave a brusque nod of agreement.
Adam's gaze softened. "And you know, Jay, Jeff's gonna be just fine. We forget sometimes just how strong he actually is."
Jay gave a thin smile, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah", he said softly, "You're right."
Before Adam could reply, a thin, static-blanketed voice suddenly came through the airport's antiquated speaker system, announcing, "Flight 309 to Chicago O'Hare now boarding at Gate 54. Please have your tickets ready."
"Finally", Adam muttered darkly, shouldering his carry-on and stepping into the line of boarding passengers.
Jay sighed. He had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
[xxxxxxx]
"Jeff, come on!", Matt urged, pushing his brother along, "We're gonna be late! And I am not gonna get reamed out by Vince cause of your slow ass, especially when I was ready 45 minutes early!"
Jeff sighed, and picked up the pace. He had no desire to wrestle tonight. He wished he could crawl into a dark, quiet corner, and just sleep. But he knew that wasn't possible. There were people counting on him to maintain the status quo, to entertain the fans and be his funny, charming self. He would put on a good show as he always did, both in front of, and behind, the curtain.
When he returned to his room, he knew Gangrel would be waiting for him. His false smile would have to be especially bright tonight in order to hide the terrified anticipation he was feeling. He prayed that the sadistic vampire would be in a good mood when he saw him, and perhaps go easy-
He jumped when Matt suddenly laid on the horn of their rental car. "Jeff! Come on!"
"Christ, it's not like we're opening the show!", Jeff snapped, opening the passenger door and throwing his bag on the back seat.
Matt shot him a look.
Jeff was about to get into the car, when suddenly a dark shadow at the edges of his vision caught his attention. He quickly glanced across the street, and froze.
Gabriel, the strange man he'd met in the bar last night, was sitting on the bus stop bench, intently reading a book.
Jeff stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, staring with anxiety at the handsome stranger.
Why could he be here? A hundred ideas ran through Jeff's head, none of them pleasant.
Jeff didn't understand how Gabriel could have even tracked him down, as knowledge of the superstars' accommodations was a closely-guarded secret, made known to WWE personnel only.
He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, trying to even out his unsteady breathing. He couldn't deal with this, not when he already had to worry about feeding a ravenous vampire later on.
He felt dizzy…
"Jeffy?", a soft, concerned voice intoned from the car, "Are you okay?"
"Shit!", Jeff thought, panic overtaking him as he quickly realized that Matt had been observing him.
Forcing himself to calm down, Jeff quickly relaxed his face and pasted a goofy half-smile on, ignoring his brother's too-observant stare.
"I'm fine", he replied easily, sliding into the car, "C'mon, let's get out of here." Matt didn't move. The older Hardy was watching him, his face unreadable. "C'mon, Matty!", Jeff urged again, "You were just freaking out about being late, right?"
Matt sighed and shook his head. He pulled the keys from the ignition and pocketed them.
Jeff stared. "What are you doing?", he said, "We have to go! We'll be late-"
"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's been up with you lately", Matt replied somberly, "You act like you don't care about your job, Jeff, like you're just here because you have to be. You're late all the time, you look terrible, and you won't talk to anyone." Jeff looked away; he already knew all of this, but it was hard to hear it out loud, especially coming from his brother's mouth.
He couldn't help but wonder if Gabriel was watching them right now, those strange piercing eyes cataloguing every breath, every movement, every glower of anger or disappointment that passed between them. Jeff threw a nervous glance across the street, curious to see if they were being watched.
The young Hardy's eyes widened when he saw an empty bench. He surreptitiously glanced around the area, though it was clear of pedestrian traffic. It seemed that Gabriel had vanished into thin air.
Jeff had no time to think on the man's strange disappearance, however, as Matt was continuing his diatribe. "You wouldn't talk to me before, and I let it go because I respect your privacy, and I trust that you'd come to me if you really needed my help. But my gut's been telling me lately that something is off, and I'm not driving anywhere until I find out what it is."
Matt crossed his arms stubbornly and leveled a stern gaze at Jeff, waiting for him to talk.
"Matt, I-" Jeff sighed heavily, not sure what lie he should tell to cover this. There were so many already, all piled neatly on top of each other. It made him nervous that Matt was seeing past his carefully-constructed web of deceit, perhaps glimpsing a bit of the truth. He had to stop that now, protect his brother from ever finding out about Gangrel.
So he settled on an old standby, figuring that remaining within his comfort zone would be the best, and most believable, course of action.
"I couldn't help myself, Matty", he said after a long moment, "I just- I had to have another taste of my pills." His voice dropped in volume, quavering slightly. "And that led to… bad things happening. These last weeks have been hell." He didn't elaborate further than that. He'd let his brother's imagination fill in the blanks.
Matt's expression held no disgust, no judgment. He embraced his younger brother, assuring him that it would be alright, that this time they would get him off of the pills for good.
He thanked Jeff for being straight with him. The younger Hardy replied, "Of course. I mean, you're my brother. I trust you more than anyone else in the world."
Matt didn't deserve to be lied to, Jeff knew. Especially about this. Jeff reflected on what he had said, realizing abruptly that he had never in his life felt lower than he did right now.
[xxxxxx]
Gabriel stood on the roof of the hotel, listening to the brothers' conversation.
"Your pain does run deep, Jeffrey", he murmured, watching the car pull away, "But I promise you, it will not last."
He leaned over and drew a strange symbol in the thin layer of dirt upon the roof. Dusting his hands off, he stood, looking down at the marking.
He smirked, satisfied at its perfection.
He would not have long to wait now.
[xxxxxxx]
Adam and Jay walked down a back-alley Chicago street, surrounded by run-down businesses and once-beautiful townhouses, now condemned or converted into low-rent apartments.
From far off, they could hear the distant sounds of the bustling downtown area, car horns blaring and cargo trucks rumbling on the roads entering the city.
"It was around here somewhere", Adam muttered, closely scanning the addresses on the boarded-up buildings.
Jay shot his friend an annoyed glare. "Do you have any idea where the hell you're going?"
Adam ignored him. He was too busy studying a two-story brick structure across the street.
"That's it!", he suddenly exclaimed. He pointed at the unsightly building, which looked as if it hadn't been occupied in years.
"Are you sure?", Jay asked, looking at the structure before him incredulously, "I mean, it doesn't look like a bookstore."
Adam nodded. "Yup. That's the place. There was no sign the last time, either. I had to walk this street five times before I found it. You figure they would at least put a sign up."
As the two of them stood watching the building in question, they suddenly noticed a pale, thin figure wrapped in a heavy, black trench coat walking briskly up the other side of the street. The willowy vampire slipped by with the uncanny grace of a ballet dancer, silent and effortless, as if he were floating an inch off of the ground. When he came upon the door to the bookstore he looked around to see if he'd been followed, his cold, cat-like eyes taking note of Adam and Jay, then quickly dismissing them as unworthy of his attention. Once satisfied that he was alone, the vampire quickly and stealthily slipped inside the building.
Adam and Jay stared at each other.
"Was that-?", asked Jay, his eyes wide.
"Yeah", replied Adam quietly, "That was a vampire. No fucking doubt about it."
"Well", quipped Jay, smiling nervously, "At least we've come to the right place."
[xxxxxxx]
Jeff exited the elevator, walking slowly, like a condemned man heading towards the gallows. The floor was eerily silent as he began the journey towards his room. The only sounds were his dull footsteps on the heavy carpet, and the constant whirr of the industrial heating system. He made a right and suddenly, there was a tiny blast of cool air twining its way up his spine, caressing it with nimble fingers.
"Jeffrey….", a familiar voice whispered from the darkness.Letting out a ragged gasp, Jeff immediately came to a stop, staring all around.
The hallway was empty, and silent. All of the doors were closed and locked, as they should be at this hour. There was nothing.
He was, in this moment, thankful that he'd managed to rid himself of Matt earlier in the evening. All night, his brother had been bothering him to hang out after the show, undoubtedly for the purpose of being able to glean more information about this "pill addiction" and, if necessary, to give him a shoulder to cry on.
Jeff had gently turned him away. He didn't need a sympathetic shoulder right now. What he did need was to get this night over with, so he could finally get some sleep.
Matt had reluctantly left him alone, forcing a promise from him that they would talk later.
Talk. Jeff dreaded the thought of it. He hated the possibility that one of his well-placed lies might be discovered, that he might slip up, revealing his fragile and delicate façade. He wanted to be able to have a normal conversation with his brother, instead of having to carefully edit every word that passed his lips, and every emotion that crossed his face. He was disgusted with the constant, unending deception.
He was sick of it.
Jeff stopped, and leaned against the hotel wall, closing his eyes tightly. He breathed deeply, erratically, trying to calm himself. An errant tear escaped Jeff's closed eye and rolled languidly down his cheek as he thought about how desperate he was not to lose Matt. His brother, though a bit clueless and self-absorbed, was pure in his heart; it warmed Jeff's tainted soul to stand near his brother and bask in the warmth of his innocence, unsoiled by the darkness that had so completely engulfed Jeff.
The young Hardy thought about the way it had been before, when he and Matt could actually look each other in the eye when they spoke. They'd always fought, but, at the same time, they'd always had an unquestioning trust for each other. Lies had always been unnecessary between the two of them.
Gangrel had seen fit to take that sacred trust away, along with everything else Jeff held dear in his life.
He wanted that life back. He'd lost hope a long time ago that that would ever happen, however.
Jeff slowly made his way down the long, seemingly endless hotel hallway, his fear-filled eyes fixed upon Room 313. Gangrel would be waiting for him in there, he knew, with that arrogant, shit-eating grin upon his pale face.
Jeff wished he could run, but he'd learned his lessons the hard way. Gangrel had a low tolerance for disobedience, which he knew would eventually get him killed should he continue to test the sadistic vampire's cruel disposition.
The young Hardy came closer to his room. Suddenly, his breath hitched. He felt darkness there. The air, which had been pleasantly comfortable not a moment before, was now far too cold.
"I grow impatient, Jeffrey…"
The young Hardy tensed.
He reached into his pocket and began fumbling around for his key card. Producing it after a moment, he stood back and watched the door with trepidation, as if it were a live thing about to swallow him whole. Looking down at the key card, then back at the door, Jeff tried to force himself onward. Gangrel would be furious if he didn't go in immediately; the vampire obviously knew that he'd arrived. And yet, he found himself utterly unwilling to take the final steps towards entering the room.
Suddenly, the portal swung open, hard enough to hit the wall with force and bounce back. Jeff gasped and jumped back, startled. He found himself looking up into Gangrel's eyes.
Cold, cruel, furious eyes.
Jeff knew, in that moment, that the vampire would not be merciful this night.
"Hello, Jeffrey", the vampire said, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter, "Please, come in."
He thought the pleasantries seemed rather sordid, given the situation at hand.
Submissively dropping his gaze, the young Hardy entered the room, standing near the door and waiting for further instruction. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"Oh, Gangrel, you did not exaggerate in the slightest", a deep, sensuous voice spoke from the furthest end of the room, "He is exceedingly beautiful. And you appear to have trained him well."
Jeff looked up, his eyes wide and frightened. Another vampire sat in the corner of the room, watching him with a hungry, lustful gaze. Shoulder-length black hair, thick and heavy, crowned a handsome face and dark, hypnotic eyes.
"Yes, Thorn", replied Gangrel coldly, "I have invested much time, and energy, into this particular slave. Years, spent bending him to my will. I'm sure you understand, therefore, why I do not relish the thought of sharing him-"
"But you will", replied the other vampire, raising a perfect eyebrow, "As per our arrangement." He leaned back in the recliner, one muscular leg thrown over a cushioned arm, surveying the room with all the arrogance and confidence of a king upon his throne. "I've told you, Gangrel, it grows ever riskier for me to defend you to the Council. Trying to subtly sway them from investigating your disappearance has not been an easy task. They stare at me with angry suspicion every time I dare to speak out against 'wasting our precious resources' on tracking down long-disappeared criminals. You are a missing exile, after all. The elders take these matters very seriously." He stared at Gangrel, his dark eyes blazing with anger. "Were we not so encumbered with other affairs at the moment, some of the less… reasonable members might even begin looking into my past indiscretions. I am the only one who defends you, after all. I will have added compensation for that additional risk. Therefore, your beautiful slave shall serve me tonight." The vampire, Thorn, looked at Jeff and smiled unsettlingly. The young Hardy averted his eyes, disturbed at the stranger's hungry stare. Thorn returned his gaze to Gangrel, who was silently fuming. "Or would you prefer that I return to the Council with a different story than the one upon which we had agreed?"
Gangrel gnashed his teeth in obvious frustration. "Very well", he ground out, "We shall share him… for tonight."
The other vampire smiled, and gave a small nod.
Jeff felt panic begin to overtake him as he looked from one vampire to the other. Thorn was smiling, Gangrel scowling.
He had no time to think further on his dire situation, however. Thorn had risen from his chair and was now walking purposely towards him, a cold smirk upon his lips.
Jeff watched him moving closer, taking in his fierce eyes and white skin, and the corded muscles rippling beneath his tight cotton shirt. He cut an intimidating figure. The young Hardy tried to hide his mounting fear, tried to keep his breathing steady and his thoughts grounded. If he began to panic, if he began to sweat or shake, the vampires would see it. They would smell it. And that would only encourage them to strike.
Jeff forced himself to keep his gaze locked firmly on the ground. He stood stock-still as the vampire circled him, taking him in. Every muscle in his body slowly tensed as he began to ready himself for the pain he knew was coming. He stood there, frustration mounting, wishing desperately that they would dispense with the coy looks and whispered threats, and simply do what they had come here to do.
Jeff started slightly when he suddenly felt the vampire laying a cold hand on his shoulder. He was pulled backwards into Thorn's broad chest. The vampire leaned down, and quietly uttered a firm command into his ear. "Get on your knees, Jeffrey." His voice was a husky whisper.
Jeff immediately obeyed. He realized suddenly that he felt strange going through this hateful ritual with another vampire. Gangrel had done so many things to him over the years, abused him in countless ways, but he had never brought another vampire in to share the spoils.
Thorn leaned down and took hold of the young Hardy's face, slowly and methodically caressing each feature. Studying him with cold, penetrating eyes, the vampire grabbed Jeff under his chin, pulling his face upwards. The young Hardy forced himself to remain completely still beneath the scrutiny, though his first instinct was to slap the invasive hands away. This strange vampire repulsed him even more than Gangrel, somehow. Jeff realized, upon reflection, that it was his gaze, a strange combination of lust and fierce hatred. A disturbing combination.
Jeff shuddered as Thorn casually petted his hair, like one would a prized dog.
"Lovely", Thorn murmured appreciatively, touching Jeff's cheek, his lips, his eyebrows.
He straightened and moved to the bed, where a small, unassuming black suitcase was lying. As he began to open it, he called over his shoulder, "Jeffrey, I see no reason for you to be wearing your clothes any longer. Take them off."
Jeff tried to steady his breathing. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what Thorn was taking out of that suitcase. He removed his jacket, his shirt, his shoes; with every garment that came off, it felt like his last scraps of protection were being stolen away, piece by piece.
Finally, he was laid bare. He knelt, naked and waiting, and terrified.
"I'm starting to get bored over here, Thorn", Gangrel said testily, "What do you have planned?" He walked over to the bed and stared hard at the dark-haired vampire, who was busy rummaging through his suitcase.
Thorn turned, a dark smirk on his handsome face. His eyes were riveted upon Jeff's quivering form.
"You know, patience is a virtue, my friend", he said, amusement lacing his rich voice, "I'm just bringing a bit of added… interest to our session."
Jeff glanced up. He saw that the dark-haired vampire was cradling an armful of black straps with huge metal buckles on the ends.
"Oh, Christ…" Jeff stared, his eyes wide, his stomach in knots.
Thorn dropped the straps into a tangled pile on the floor. Kneeling next to Jeff, he gestured Gangrel over. "Come", he urged, "Since Jeffrey is your slave, you should choose where the first strap goes."
Gangrel scowled. "I do not want him marked up, Thorn. He has exceedingly fair skin-"
"His skin will be pure as porcelain come morning, Gangrel", replied Thorn, kneeling and beginning to ready the straps, "Now, come. Choose."
Jeff was really freaking out now. Being in the power of a vampire was one thing, but being tied up and helpless, completely unable to fight back, that was another.
Gangrel knelt on the opposite side of Thorn. He stared down at Jeff, who was sweating and breathing heavily, lost in the depth of his fear.
"His wrists", he murmured, "Start there."
Thorn smirked. "An excellent choice."
He pulled Jeff's arms behind his back, and crossed his wrists over each other. Thorn then began to wrap a medium-sized strap around them, pulling the buckle in tighter, and tighter, only securing it when he finally heard the boy whimper softly in pain.
Jeff stared at the floor with wide, wild eyes, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. The dark-haired vampire pulled his face up by the chin.
"Now, it's my turn", he said, mirth soaking his tone.
Thorn took a long, thick strap and wrapped it around Jeff's back and upper arms, securing it tightly enough across his chest that the worn leather creaked beneath the strain. Jeff tried to move around, but was dismayed to find that his arms were completely immobile in the excruciatingly tight bindings.
The young Hardy tried to think about anything other than his current dilemma as the vampires circled him like demented vultures, staring at his vulnerability with their frightening, unnatural eyes. He was on the verge of dropping his submissive façade in favor of open and shameless begging, though he knew it would be utterly foolish to do so. The vampires would only use it as an excuse to increase his pain later. So, instead, he just continued to stare at the floor, and drip tears out of his deadened, bloodshot green eyes.
Thorn caressed Jeff's cheek with a feather-light touch, stroking him with an absentminded familiarity, as if he owned him. It took all of Jeff's power not to turn his head away from the vampire's unwanted caress.
The dark-haired vampire looked down at his cowering prisoner, a leer upon his rugged features. Jeff nearly screamed aloud when he heard the strange vampire's voice in his head, buzzing incessantly like a distant swarm of angry bees. "You are very beautiful, Jeffrey. Truly, a rose grown tall in a field of thorns." He paused, watching Jeff stare at the ground with barely-contained fear. He smiled, and ran his thumb across Jeff's lower lip. The young Hardy instinctively pulled back from Thorn's touch, hatred flashing across his face for an instant. Jeff immediately rebuked himself, sure that he would be sorely punished for his insolence. He was, however, disturbed to find Thorn grinning amusedly at his indiscretion.
"There is a fire burning behind those green eyes. You have some pride left; Gangrel hasn't managed to take it all away, pathetic fool that he is." Thorn smiled, his elongated eye-teeth pricking at his full lower lip. "I will enjoy breaking you tonight, Jeffrey. I will enjoy dissecting the scraps that Gangrel has left, and devouring them, one by one, until there is nothing left of you." His mental voice became a whisper as it began to fade away, "I enjoy breaking beautiful things-"
Silence. Jeff stared at the floor, panting, his eyes wide.
Dimly, he saw Thorn rise and move out of his immediate line of sight.
"Well, Thorn?", asked Gangrel, "Shall I stand in the corner until you are ready to continue? Or would it be alright for me to touch my own slave, do you think?" The blonde vampire sounded extremely irritated.
Ignoring the question completely, Thorn replied, "Stroke him, Gangrel. Make him hard." Jeff's head shot up, just in time to see the dark-haired vampire shoot his compatriot a meaningful glance.
Thorn had been searching through the suitcase, which was lying open on the bed. Jeff saw him reach in and pull something out, though his view was blocked by the vampire's back. The young Hardy strained his neck a bit, trying to see what Thorn was holding in his hands. If he just knew what was coming, it would make it easier to bear…
He quickly came to realize, however, that he had more immediate concerns.
He suddenly felt Gangrel wrapping his frigid body around his own. Jeff arched up, gasping, as he felt the vampire's shirtless upper body making contact with his own naked back. He was disgusted to feel the vampire's sizable tent brushing up against his bound wrists. Jeff made a noise of protest when Gangrel's ice-cold hand reached around and surrounded his limp cock, roughly yanking, tugging, and doing whatever could be done to get the uncooperative member to harden.
"Stop!", the young Hardy choked, trying to buck forward in an effort to pull out of the vampire's tight grasp.
In the end, however, there was never any point to fighting back against Gangrel's superior strength.
Gangrel pumped Jeff's cock, hard and fast, the tender skin around the shaft turning an angry red from the vampire's overzealous handjob. Though the young Hardy tried to fight it, his dick eventually hardened to a painful, leaking erection.
"Good boy", Gangrel cooed in his ear, gently rubbing the shaft and playing with Jeff's engorged balls, "That's my lovely boy."
Jeff shuddered when the vampire's cold tongue began dancing along his earlobe, licking every inch of the skin as if it were a delectable treat.
"Excellent", interrupted Thorn, who stepped in front of the pair and eyed Jeff's weeping cock with approval, "Gangrel, please spread his legs further apart." Jeff noted with apprehension that the dark-haired vampire was concealing something small in his fist.
"His legs belong to me, Thorn. I shall spread them when I am ready", replied Gangrel evenly. He glared at the other vampire over the creamy shoulder of his bound slave.
Thorn held a hand up for silence. "There is no need to argue, Gangrel. As we already established, this is my night with Jeffrey. You may participate, but it will be by my rules."
"Fine", the blonde vampire ground out, "Let's get it over with, then. I grow weary of you."
Thorn smiled, his eyes upon his prey. "Here, put this on him. I don't think I need to explain where it goes."
He threw a metal cock-ring to Gangrel. The blonde vampire studied it for a moment, before looking back to his compatriot with a raised eyebrow. Thorn returned his look with a dry smile, before gesturing the other vampire onwards.
Gangrel sighed, and slid the cock-ring open. He walked around to face Jeff, who was still on his knees, his hands bound behind him. He looked perfect, bound and shaking, his beautiful eyes wide with fear.
Slowly, almost reverently, he pushed his slave's pale thighs apart. He pumped the softening cock several times to bring it back to life, dragging a tiny, choked whimper from Jeff's throat. Gangrel smirked, slipping the metal ring onto the base of Jeff's dick and tightly securing it. The young Hardy groaned in combined pain and pleasure, as all feeling in his body seemed to be transferred to that one spot.
Thorn silently moved in behind Jeff, kneeling and pushing his hard-on into the young slave's bound wrists. Jeff tried to move away, but immediately regretted it when his hair was grabbed, and his head pulled violently backwards. He cried out in pain, instinctively struggling against the vampire's tight grip.
"Be still", Thorn commanded. His tone brooked no argument.
Jeff stopped fighting. Exhausted and terrified, he went limp in the grip of the dark-haired vampire.
"Now then, Jeffrey", Thorn said, speaking softly into the young Hardy's ear, "I believe it is time for us to become better acquainted with one another." He reached over and gently ran a finger down the length of Jeff's red, throbbing cock, bringing a sharp intake of breath. "You will do everything I say, without question, and without delay. If you disobey, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Jeff bowed his head, hating himself, hating every second of this. "Yes", he whispered hoarsely.
"Very good", replied the vampire, arrogance lacing his tone. He gave one of Jeff's ass cheeks a hard squeeze, either to show the young Hardy that his obeisance had pleased him, or to not-so-subtly remind Jeff that he was in charge.
"Lie on the floor, stomach down."
Jeff did so, quickly and silently, trying not to think about what the vampire's intentions could be. He lay there on his stomach, his thoughts in turmoil, desperately attempting to quell the choking anger that arose each time he was ordered about like a piece of well-used property.
"What are you doing?", he heard Gangrel ask. He sounded pissed, and impatient. Were he running the show, Jeff knew, he'd have a set of fangs in his neck right now, and a dick ripping his ass apart. Gangrel certainly loved to play his games, but in the end, he was there to drink blood, and fuck. Simple, and to the point.
Not like Thorn. Thorn obviously liked to toy with his prey, like a cat batting a mouse back and forth in its claws.
"I'm completing the picture", replied Thorn distractedly. He was rummaging again. That couldn't be good.
Jeff tensed when he heard the vampires kneel down on either side him.
"Spread your legs, Jeffrey", Thorn ordered.
Jeff winced, his painfully hard cock aching beneath him, the soft skin of his face chafing as it rubbed against the cheap hotel carpet. He shifted his position, spreading his legs open as wide as they would go.
He closed his eyes tightly when Thorn began gently brushing sweaty strands of dyed hair out of his pale face.
"You were very obedient, Jeffrey", the vampire said softly, a tiny smile twisting his full lips, "Good boy." Thorn looked over to Gangrel, who stared back at the other with a wary eye. "He should be rewarded, you know."
"What the hell are you talking about-?", asked Gangrel, his patience nearly gone.
Thorn pulled a metal buttplug out from his suitcase, a smug smile set firmly upon his face.
"This will stretch his tight little asshole for us", the dark-haired vampire said. Casually, he pushed a finger into Jeff's exposed ass and lightly caressed the pucker, bringing a soft whimper from the bound Hardy. "Better the buttplug, I suppose, than one of our cocks, thrusting into him with no lube." He knelt down and placed the plug on the floor in front of Jeff's face. "You like your reward, don't you, Jeffrey?"
Jeff glanced up, then looked at the metal object before his eyes. "Yes", he whispered hoarsely.
Thorn grinned. He picked the buttplug up off of the ground went over to the suitcase, where he had a small, half-empty tube of lubrication. He covered the metal plug liberally, then returned to Jeff, ready to insert it.
He gave Jeff no time to shift, or twitch, or move away. Grabbing hold of the young Hardy's slim waist, Thorn began pushing the buttplug into Jeff's tight pucker, his progress slow, but steady. Finally, only the very top of the shiny metal plug protruded from Jeff's asshole.
The young Hardy found himself afraid to move for fear of hitting his prostrate, or causing himself pain. So he just laid there, still and silent, and waited for the vampires to fall upon him like ravenous dogs.
Gangrel stood over Jeffrey, watching Thorn inserting the buttplug, watching him biting his lip in an effort to stifle his scream of pain. The young Hardy was truly beautiful like this, lying on his stomach, his arms bound at his sides, his wrists bound behind his back, his gorgeous ass exposed and stuffed to the brim with a too-large sex toy. He was sweating, breathing erratically. Gangrel could smell his fear, permeating every inch of the room. It was making him wild with hunger, with lust, with the desire to taste him and drink him dry.
"So, Gangrel, what do you think?", Thorn asked suddenly, looking down at the bound slave with horny appreciation.
Gangrel smiled sourly at the other vampire. "I must say, Thorn", he said, "you've rather outdone yourself."
The dark-haired vampire bent over and sniffed at Jeff's neck, causing him to whimper in fear. "He smells delectable", he said, staring at the young Hardy's long, pale neck. The pupils of his dark eyes began slowly narrowing into thin slits as he gazed at the captive human on the floor.
He turned his attention to Gangrel, who was openly glaring at him. "Out of respect for you, his master", Thorn said, his voice a throaty growl, "I ask first, before taking." He glanced down at Jeff, licking his lips in anticipation. "I want to taste him."
Gangrel stared for a moment, an expression of disbelief quickly morphing into one of anger. He knew he had no choice in this either way, so he was surprised that Thorn had even bothered to ask him for permission. He hated to have to be the one to give permission, however; it galled him to no end.
"By all means, Thorn", Gangrel said, his tone contemptuous, "do what it is you mean to do. I shall not stop you."
Thorn smirked and, in the blink of an eye, was on top of Jeff, his fangs sunk completely into the young Hardy's neck. He drew blood with an angry fervor, never getting enough of the precious liquid. Distantly, through the pleasure haze of his gluttonous feeding, Thorn thought he heard Jeff screaming in pain.
It did not give him pause.
As Jeff began to pass out from the rapid blood loss, he found himself lost amidst the dizzying agony of the vampire's bite. In all the torturous nights acting as Gangrel's personal buffet, he had never experienced such horrific, soul-deep pain. He was going to die this time. He knew it.
Pain ripped down Jeff's throat, suddenly, as he dazedly felt fangs tearing out of muscle and flesh. He let out a strangled cry, collapsing limply into unconsciousness.
The last thing he felt before he passed out were dry, cold hands upon his chest and arms, grabbing him roughly, pulling him up…
[xxxxxxx]
Adam and Jay stood watching the bookstore for over an hour, waiting for the sun to sink completely behind the horizon. As they stood there, desperately trying to appear casual, they saw two more vampires separately approaching the shop, minutes apart from each other. Both were glancing nervously over their shoulders, as if to ensure they were alone.
Once the vampires had disappeared inside, Jay remarked, "They all seem nervous. As if they're trying to avoid being found."
Adam appeared thoughtful. "They probably just don't want their hideout to be exposed. I mean, think about it. There can't be a lot of places like this left for their kind. With cell phone cameras and the internet, the vampires could be exposed to the world in a flat second if they're not smart about guarding their meeting places, and powers. Therefore, I'm sure they've gotten very good at keeping themselves below the radar. It's why we need to get help in finding their Council, much as I hate dealing with any of them, ever."
"Should we take some pictures while we're in there?", Jay asked, only half-joking. He paused, before changing the subject. "You know, we should probably go", he said, trying to hide the reluctance in his voice, "It's dark enough now."
"Alright", Adam said, pushing off from the wall he was leaning against, "Let's get this over with."
Jay looked over at his friend. "Are you sure this is gonna work, Adam?", he asked, "I mean, it sounded like a good plan before, I guess, but now, seeing them right in front of us- Fuck man, I just feel like we're walking into a god damn death trap."
"I have no idea if this is gonna work, Jay", Adam said, staring intensely at the bookstore, "But we have to do this. There's no other way to help Jeff. And god knows, he's suffered enough. It's time to end it."
Jay sighed, and began crossing the street. "Let's go, then. If I'm gonna die tonight, I don't want to draw it out."
Adam nodded in agreement.
They came to the door. Adam sighed, and slowly wrapped his hand around the doorknob, readying himself to enter.
"What are you doing?", an angry voice hissed in his ear, causing him to yelp and jump back from the building.
Adam, panting, stared wide-eyed at a newly-arrived vampire. It was a tall, lithe woman, with finely-etched features, spiky-short blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Where the fuck had she come from? The street had been empty not two seconds before.
"I- I was just-", he stammered, "I needed to- um…"
He couldn't think. Her fierce blue eyes stared into his own, gripping his mind like a drug, muddling his every thought. He tried to talk, to explain their presence there, but his mouth refused to form words. A short grunt, something between an exhalation and a whimper, escaped his lips as his jaw worked in a futile effort to speak.
"I don't know what you've done to my friend, but I can tell you why we're here", Jay interjected suddenly, his voice strangely calm, "That is, if you still want to know."
The vampire turned her attention to Jay. "Speak", she said, her tone dangerous, "And make it quick. I have little time this night to coddle fools who have wandered onto the wrong doorstep."
Jay stared hard at the female vampire. "No, this is the right place. We're here to have a conversation with some vampires."
Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed. "So, human, you know of our kind. And you come to our place of meeting, unarmed and unprotected? You are foolish indeed."
"Just bring us in there, and let us say what we came to say", Jay replied, "It'll just take a few minutes of your time, and I guarantee you'll find the meeting to be informative and of great benefit to you."
She stared at the blonde wrestler, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I don't trust you."
Jay glared. "As you said, we're unarmed and unprotected. We're two lone humans. Even if we did have an interest in causing harm to your kind, how could we possibly do so? I'm telling you, you have nothing to lose here. Let us in, and allow us to have our say."
She considered for a moment, before releasing a sharp huff. "Very well." She moved past Adam and Jay, pushing through the heavy wooden door. "Follow me closely, humans!", she called over her shoulder as she moved into the bookstore's dimly-lit front room.
Jay grabbed Adam's arm, as he was obviously still shaky from the vampire's earlier influence over him.
As they walked through the door, he whispered, "Are you alright? You don't look so hot."
Adam nodded. "I'll be fine. I just have a headache."
The room inside the door, purportedly the "bookstore", actually looked like nothing more than a storage unit for unwanted books, art, toys, chatchkes, and other randomly assorted odds and ends. Nothing was sorted into any type of order, unless you counted the gigantic piles of stuff that was strewn across the floor. In short, the place was a disastrous mess, and it didn't look as if anyone would be cleaning it anytime soon. There was a small path, Adam and Jay saw, that had been cleared through the mountains of garbage on the floor. They carefully wended their way through, following their vampire guide towards the rickety wooden stairs at the back of the room.
"Stay down here", said the vampire, once they reached the stairs, "I must speak with the others for a moment."
She disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.
Adam and Jay looked at each other.
"She's gonna see what the others think about us coming up", Jay said softly.
Adam nodded, rubbing at his forehead. "Yeah. And if they decide against it…"
"Come, humans", the cold voice of the female vampire startled Adam and Jay. She stood in the stairwell, looking fierce, and grim.
There was no running now. They had no choice but to finish this, whatever the conclusion might be.
They walked up the dark, creaking stairs, feeling the give of the old wood beneath their feet. It was not a long climb; the building was not a tall one. At the top of the stairs, there was a wooden door immediately to the left. The two blondes stood in the hallway outside of the door, waiting. Finally, she pulled the portal open, revealing a room that seemed, upon first glance, to be crawling with the undead.
Vampires lounged on a brown couch with the stuffing pouring out the side, on dirty recliners that looked as if they'd been pulled from the dump, on the floor, even on tables. Some were making out, a few were drinking each other's blood, and one overly-excited couple in the back corner was loudly fucking.
Adam and Jay both nearly retched when they saw three dead bodies, in various states of decomposition, lying on top of each other in the corner like garbage. The sight drove home their own situation; how the hell would they ever walk out of here alive?
The female vampire looked around, her eyes falling upon each vampire scattered about the room in turn. They stopped whatever they were doing, Adam and Jay saw, and paid her their full attention.
"Telepathy", Jay murmured to Adam, who nodded in agreement.
The room had fallen silent, and at least thirty pairs of vampire eyes were locked upon Adam and Jay.
"As you can see, everyone", the female vampire began, "we have guests this evening."
Adam and Jay both swallowed nervously as a few vampires began circling the two of them, one or two being bold enough to sniff at their skin and hair.
"They are not for eating", said the female, "At least, not yet. They have some information for us. Something valuable to tell us, I believe?" She looked to the two of them.
Adam coughed. "Um, yeah. Yeah, we do." He stepped away from the vampire who was running spindly fingers through his tangled blonde hair. "Are any of you aware of the vampire Gangrel? I believe your Council sent him into exile several years ago for violating their laws on keeping non-consensual human slaves-"
A great murmur arose.
"And what could a pretty little human know of Gangrel?", an angry voice arose from the gathered crowd, "What could a human possibly know of our ways? Nothing! This is a waste of our time-"
"First of all", Jay stepped forward, anger painted upon his chiseled features, "We know a great deal about Gangrel. We were his slaves."
He ignored the buzzing conversation that arose at this revelation, and continued talking.
"Secondly, we don't claim to know shit about your ways. Don't want to. But we do know that the vampire council, and the community at large, wants Gangrel gone. And he's managed to evade you guys for years, hiding in plain sight. Well, we have good news for you, boys and girls; we know exactly where the piece of shit is, and we'll tell you, provided you promise to send word to the Council and get that motherfucker out of our lives, permanently."
"You want petty revenge because of the things he did to you while you were slaves? It hardly seems worth our effort or time", one of the vampires said, smirking, watching the blondes with naked desire.
"He's enslaved a friend of ours", replied Adam, glaring, "That's why we're here. We want that sick fuck out of our lives, for good. We don't have the power to do a god damn thing on our own, and we can't reach the Council without the help of a vampire. I'm sure the Council would reward you for stepping up and assisting in Gangrel's capture!" He looked around, taking in the sea of pale faces, some darkly amused, some furious. None looked sympathetic to what they had said so far.
The female vampire stepped forward. "A good plan. On the surface, it seems well thought-out. But there was one thing you did not take into account when you decided to come here."
"What?", Jay asked, dreading the answer.
She smiled, a cruel smirk. "We here are all exiles, hiding from Council justice. Just like your hated enemy, Gangrel."
Adam and Jay stared around the room, eyes wide. The vampires looked angry. Worse, they looked hungry.
"So sorry, gentlemen", the female said, "But we will not be able to strike a deal today." She looked towards the others in the room, who were watching expectantly. "Dinner is served."
The other vampires began to surround the two blondes, a sea of unnatural eyes and sharp fangs, and white skin.
"I'm sorry", Adam whispered to Jay, his voice shaking, "I'm so sorry I brought us here-"
Suddenly, he felt a strong arm going around his chest, moving in a blur of motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pale hand, and red hair.
There was screaming, yelling, coming from the crowd of vampires. The sound of rage.
And then, he felt himself lifting up, and… flying?
There was broken glass, and sudden, abrupt silence, and the cool refreshing night air surrounding him. He breathed it in.
Adam looked back, at the bookstore with its broken-out upper story window, growing smaller and smaller. He saw Jay, also in the embrace of this strange red-headed savior, looking just as confused as he was.
"Honestly", A familiar voice, one that he thought he'd never hear again, "Your reason for being in there had better have been a good one, boys."
Adam looked into the face of the speaker, a gentle face. A welcome face.
"Antrim?", he breathed, his eyes going wide.
[xxxxxxx]
Jeff felt consciousness returning to him, crashing in like a tumultuous wave. Where previously there had only been sweet, unconscious oblivion, there was now pain, radiating from his ass, his arms, and, especially, his neck. He released a heavy groan, trying to roll to his side in an effort to get more comfortable. Immediately, he regretted it. A dull pain stabbed at his insides every time he tried to contract his abdominal muscles. It took him a moment to realize that the butt-plug was still wedged firmly inside of his asshole.
His eyes shot open with a pained gasp.
"Welcome back, Jeffrey", Thorn said. He was kneeling down, regarding the young Hardy with cold, contemptuous eyes. "You passed out, rather quickly. I suppose I drank too much of your sweet blood." He gently pushed a hand through Jeff's sweaty, disheveled mess of hair.
Jeff glanced over the dark vampire's shoulder at Gangrel. The blonde vampire was watching the two of them, a look of black anger upon his face. Jeff knew that he would spend tomorrow night on his knees, making up for Thorn's transgressions, begging for forgiveness, assuring Gangrel that he was his only master.
"Kneel, Jeffrey", Thorn ordered suddenly, his voice sharp, like a human master ordering their disobedient dog to heel. Jeff obeyed immediately, his gaze locked subserviently upon the floor.
"Put your face to the floor", the dark-haired vampire whispered silkily into Jeff's ear.
Jeff, kneeling, placed his face to the floor. His ass, butt plug and all, was exposed to the vampires as he readied himself to be fucked, hard. Would it be one cock tonight, or two? Did he intend to bring out more things from his black suitcase? What could Thorn possibly have in mind?
He heard Gangrel's near-silent, shuffling footsteps moving towards him, closer. Perhaps enticed by the sight of his bound and naked slave, laid out before him.
Thorn's freezing hand softly caressed the globe of his ass, moving in gentle circles. He dipped his finger in and out of Jeff's crack, gently and repeatedly, trying to elicit a response from the exhausted slave.
Gangrel knelt down, his eyes on Jeff's pale, tautly-bound body.
Suddenly, everyone froze as there was a sound at the door. A light knocking, followed by a softly-spoken, "Jeff! Hey, man, I wanted to talk. The front desk didn't mind giving me a key, so I'm gonna come in, okay?"
Jeff didn't breathe as he listened to the sound of his brother running his key card through the door's locking mechanism. "Please don't come in here please don't come in here please don't come in here…"
Not moving, barely breathing, Jeff kept his eyes on the carpet, listening hard for his brother. Somewhere near the vampires were having a rapid, panicked conversation in a foreign language.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Simultaneously, all the lights in the room went out.
"Jeff?", called Matt, who was hovering in the doorway, trying to find a light switch. "Hey, Jeff, you in here?" He fumbled around on the walls, wondering why his brother wasn't answering him. "Jeff- Ah, here-" Matt turned the light on, and froze.
His brother was naked in the center of the floor, kneeling, with his ass up in the air. His arms were bound tightly to his sides, his wrists bound behind him. And there was something sticking out of his… ass?
"Jesus", thought Matt, staring, his mouth agape, "What the hell have I just walked in on?"
Uh-oh, Matt caught Gangrel and Thorn, red-handed! How's he going to react to this? And hey, everybody, Antrim's alive! You can't keep a good ginger down, that's my motto. And what ever happened to Gabriel? He hasn't had a lot of face-time yet, but he's gonna be a big part of the story as it develops, so I apologize in advance if you hate my OCs. Just tune them out. :)
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