Title: The Fire in Your Eyes
Author: NeroAnne (combo of Trish/Jeff's middle names.)
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and the rest of the wrestlers in this fic, unfortunately, I don't.
Setting: Back when they Hardy Boyz still had Lita, back when Jeff and Matt were just youngin's and back when people like Triple H and Undertaker ruled.
Summary: Matt Hardy loves his baby brother, Jeff. He loves him more than Jeff will ever realize…but what he doesn't know is that there are other people who love Jeff…people who love him in a very frightening way.
Warning: RAPE.
Chapter 3.
Matt laughed out loud as Adam and Jay began to grind against each other, it was clear to all that were present that they were drunk.
Matt looked around and noticed that everyone seemed to be a bit tipsy. Chris Irvine's eyelids were threatening to close over baby blue eyes. Shannon Moore was resting his head on Shane Helm's shoulder.
"Hey guys, it's been fun…but I kinda think I should be heading back," Matt looked at his watch and almost dropped his drink. '12:30!'
"Awww, come on Matt! Don't be a dick-head!" someone in the back yelled.
Matt frowned, "But, Jeff is-"
"Don't worry, Hardy…I'm sure your baby fag, I mean brother, is fine," chuckles came from everywhere.
Matt glared heatedly at the bigger man, "Screw you, Nash." He shoved his way through the crowd.
"Matt!"
"Hey, where ya goin?"
Mat turned around, facing Adam and Shannon. "Home," he said curtly, his eyes narrowed, "I don't feel well…I think Jeff is hurt…"
Adam blinked, his alcohol-laced mind tying to process what his best friend told him, "Why? Ya hear something?"
"Well, no," Matt admitted, "but he hasn't called me…Jeff always calls me…"
Shannon shrugged, "He's probably asleep, if you go now, you'll probably just wake him."
Matt sighed, his gut twisting. "Alright…I'll stay for a little while longer."
Jeff whimpered, "Please…L-let me go…"
He couldn't see anything.
He had been blind-folded and his hands were tied behind his back. His ankle was throbbing painfully from the awkward angle he was sitting on it.
"Let you go? Please, I'm going to put your pretty little mouth to good use,"
Jeff shivered as The Game's voice rang out in the darkness, "I'm gonna do more than just that, actually. I'm gonna pound your ass, Jeffy. I'm gonna make it hurt, real bad."
Jeff could feel hot tears sliding down his cheeks, "No, p-please!"
"Come off it, I know you're already well stretched. Your own brother must have fucked you at least once," Hunter settled Jeff on his knees, pulling up the white tank top that covered Jeff's upper body, "Everyone knows that you're a little cockslut, Jeff."
Jeff sobbed, burying his face in his arms, "Matty…oh, Matt…please, Matt…help me," he cried.
The Game snickered, pulling down his zipper, "Calling for your brother already?"
Hunter smirked and pulled down Jeff's boxers. He grasped onto Jeff's hips, before he pushed himself in, surprised at the tight entrance, "Shit! You're fucking tight!"
Jeff couldn't breath. The pain was unimaginable. He whimpered and whined and sobbed loudly.
"Fuck, I don't think I can fit more than half in you, I'm only at the tip and you're screaming…you're real tight, huh? You're telling me that you were actually a virgin?" Hunter spit on his hand, coating the base of his cock with the natural lubrication. Holding Jeff steady once again, he began to push harder, grunting in pleasure, "Fuuuck,"
Jeff hissed and coughed hard. It felt like he was being torn apart.
"Oh, yeah…man, you're so hot," Hunter began to pound into him harshly, his hips slamming against Jeff's roughly.
Jeff could feel himself bleeding…he felt faint. He let out a soft wail when Hunter came inside him, his hot semen gushing inside him making him feel dirty…
Hunter collapsed backwards, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Wow, Jeff, I might have to do this more often."
Jeff cried silently, listening as Hunter buckled up his pants, before leaving the room.
"Matty…" he whispered.
"That's it, I'm leaving," Matt announced. He had lost track of time.
Adam sighed, "Alright, man…I'll call you later?"
"Yeah, sure."
As Matt was leaving the bar, he noticed the bulky blonde walking in. He wore a dark smirk on his face, and he set his eyes straight on him.
Matt clenched his teeth and glared at the older male before quickly side-stepping him.
As he opened the door to his rental, Matt rubbed his temples.
Why the hell had Hunter looked at him like that?
Quietly sliding the key card through the door, Matt gently walked into the room.
"Jeff? You awake, honey?"
It took a couple of seconds, but he heard it. A quiet sob…
"Matty…"
"Jeff?!"
Matt looked around, glancing everywhere for his brother, before he saw him.
There he was. Naked and shaking. Jeff's knees were up to his chest, curled tightly in a little ball, hiding behind a dresser.
"Jeff…?" Matt slowly eased down and crawled over to him, "Jeffrey…w-what happened?"
Jeff sniffled, "I'm sorry, Matty…" he whispered brokenly.
Matt shook his head, "No, no, Jeff….I…what happened to you?"
Jeff merely sobbed louder and threw himself into his older brother's arms. "I-it hurt, but I couldn't do anything! I promise, I didn't want to do it!"
Matt felt his blood run cold. He held on tightly, never wanting to let go of Jeff.
His baby brother had been raped…
I hate myself…