Jeff Hardy was in a good mood.

He was marching—practically strutting—down the hall of the hotel. Cheap red carpet passing beneath his feet as he strode by room after room, Jeff was walking like he didn't have a care in the world. And why wouldn't he be happy? He had won his match, he'd just had a great time visiting his older brother, and now he was on his way back to his room to spend some 'quality time' with his awesome boyfriend. Tonight was going to be a good night—neither he nor Adam had anything scheduled tomorrow, so they could stay up as late as they wanted, do whatever they wanted…and totally get away with it!

The hotel was overflowing with wrestlers and divas—though, since it was the late evening, not many were milling about anymore. He'd passed only a few in the hall—Kofi and Evan, both who stopped to say hello—which had really surprised him. They weren't exactly a quiet crowd—why was everyone in bed so early? Jeff shook his head as he continued walking; it didn't really matter…he and Adam were going to have a fun night. If everyone else wanted to be boring, well, let them. Tonight was for him and Adam, no one else.

"Hey Jeff."

It was Cody Rhodes. The young superstar was walking toward Jeff, a wide smile on his face. Cody always seemed to be in a good mood; hell, even after Hunter had beaten the shit out of him in a cage Cody was chipper as ever. Perhaps that was why everyone seemed to like him. Jeff liked him. Adam and Matt could get grumpy or melancholy sometimes…Cody was always smiling, always laid back. He was real easy to get along with.

"Hey Cody." Jeff smiled back at him. He was in such a good mood he couldn't help it.

"Nice hair," Cody stopped in front of him, "When did you get that done?"

"This?" Jeff reached up, running his fingers through his bright, fiery red locks, "Matt just helped me with it."

"I like it, red's pretty on you." Cody's compliment seemed so genuine that Jeff couldn't help but grin at the younger man.

"Thanks." Jeff replied, "I hope Adam likes it…I wanted to surprise him."

"Red's definitely a good color on you." Cody nodded eagerly.

"So..." Jeff smirked at him slyly, "Where are you headed this late at night? Don't seem to be any parties going on…"

"Oh…uh…" Cody blushed suddenly, his cheeks reddening, "I'm just…uh…"

"Just…going to Teddy's room?" Jeff teased him evilly. Cody was so shy when it came to his sex life; the boy was real easy to tease. And Jeff liked teasing.

"N-no, I'm just…walking." Cody blushed even more, if that was possible.

"Ok, well, tell Teddy I said hi." Jeff's grin grew even wider as he walked on. This time Cody didn't even try to deny it; the boy just stammered some sort of affirmative then went on his way.

Jeff giggled to himself as he continued down the hall. Cody was so easy to tease when it came to Ted. Rhodes thought his relationship with Teddy was such a big secret…but the truth was the whole damn locker room knew! They weren't fooling anyone…especially considering that Cody nearly always showed up for work with some hickey or another. Randy Orton didn't help either: he was always shouting at Ted or Cody to stop staring at each other's asses and start focusing on the ring.

In reality though, Jeff thought as he grew closer to his room—number 642—everyone adored Cody and Ted. They were like the sweethearts of the WWE. Hell, Jeff had even gotten Mark and Glenn to admit that they were cute—

Jeff stopped in front of his door. Cocking his head to the side, his pretty face contorted into a confused expression. There were strange sounds coming from his room…like a squeaking…and something else he could recognize, but couldn't put a name to. Tilting his head from side to side, Jeff tried to make sure the sound was coming from his room and not one of the ones next to it. No, it was definitely coming from number 642…but that didn't make sense. When he'd left he'd told Adam he was going to see Matt for a couple hours. Adam said he was tired, he'd told Jeff he'd probably go to sleep. And that was an hour ago…Jeff had decided to come back early to surprise Adam. Surely Adam should be napping by now…right?

The squeaking persisted, and Jeff could feel himself getting annoyed. The sound was irritating, even though it wasn't really that loud. And the other sound…the one he couldn't name…god, that was getting on his nerves too. Jeff shook his head from side to side, trying to rid himself of these sudden, unhappy feelings. He had been in such a good mood…he shouldn't let these strange sounds make him so upset. Really, he didn't know why those goddamned noises were bugging him, they weren't even that loud or anything.

Reaching into his pocket, Jeff quickly pulled out his keycard and slid it through. The door let out a soft click, and slowly and silently, Jeff pushed it open just far enough for him to take a single step inside. He didn't know why he was being so quiet…something in his gut was telling him to be sneaky…but his brain was unsure why.

The first thing Jeff noticed was that the room was dark—eerily dark. Not a single light seemed to shine through the room, and Jeff had to blink a few times for his eyes to adjust to the sudden blackness. Taking another step into the thick darkness, Jeff silently shut the door behind him. The squeaking was much louder now that he was in the room, and the other sound…he could recognize it now… It was the damp smacking of skin on skin…of two bodies sliding against each other… Jeff's heart was beating wildly against his chest now, like it was going to burst from his body, he was so nervous. Turning to the side, he finally faced the center of the room, where the sound was coming from…

As his bright eyes finally focused in on the bed in the middle of the room, Jeff let out a small gasp. In an instant, it felt as though all the air in his chest was sucked out. For a few seconds it was if he was under water and couldn't surface…his lungs were heaving, but no air seemed to be passing through him… It was a suffocating pain, but not nearly as bad as the ache in his chest. God, there was an emptiness there now…like someone had ripped his heart right from his body, leaving a gaping, bleeding hole where his heart used to be. Oh god, he'd been hurt a thousand times over…but he'd never felt pain like this before…

There, right in front of him, on the very bed that he and Adam had slept in for several nights now…was his boyfriend. His boyfriend…and another man. Fucking. Fucking each other senseless. Adam was on his hands and knees, his blonde hair hanging in front of his face as the man behind him thrust his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of Adam… The bed squeaked loudly as the men thrust into each other, their skin slapping sickeningly as their bodies came into contact with each roll of the hips. And Adam moaned…moaned like he was loving every minute of it.

"Dave…harder…fuck!"

Dave. Adam was letting Dave Batista fuck him.

Jeff stood in the darkness completely silent, unable to tear his eyes away from the horrific sight in front of him. The two men were facing the other way, and they seemed so caught up in the sex that neither had noticed Jeff…neither noticed as Jeff stared, unable to believe that his loving boyfriend was moaning another man's name…begging another man to fuck him. The sound of Adam's voice, crying out for Dave, was the worst part…each time he yelled out Dave's name Jeff could feel a knife stabbing into his chest, again and again and again. He felt as though he was bleeding out all the love and happiness he'd ever felt…all because Adam was fucking another man. Fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

Jeff parted his lips to speak, to cry out against this injustice… But no words came out. His throat locked up, like someone had gripped him by the neck and was trying to strangle him. He couldn't speak…not now…not to them. Turning in total silence, Jeff opened the door and stepped out. He had been so quiet, both in his entrance and exit, that neither Dave nor Adam ever knew he was there…

As soon as he shut the door behind him, Jeff slid down to the blood-red carpet which—strangely—he now realized was the same exact color as his newly dyed hair. Drawing his knees to his chest as he collapsed to the ground, Jeff buried his face into his hands. God…how could he have been such an idiot? How could he believe that Adam loved him? Was he really that fucking stupid? Did he really think he'd be able to have a real relationship? All people ever wanted was his body…why would Adam be any different? Jeff could feel the tears coming on, could feel the shame and despair taking hold of him, making him feel like his body had been dipped in ice.

He was feeling so many emotions right now his head was spinning… He was sad, so unbelievably sad that his boyfriend had slept with another man, had found happiness with another… He was ashamed that he wasn't good enough for Adam…hadn't done enough to keep him interested. He felt so damn betrayed…him and Adam had been so close! How could he do this to him? How could Adam—his Addy—throw everything away for Dave Batista? And the shame came back then…shame that he couldn't be as good as Batista…that he had somehow failed, done something horribly wrong… Tears slid down Jeff's cheek as his lovely green eyes watered. Reaching up with a sniff, Jeff tried to wipe the wetness from his cheeks, only to have more streaks of tears replace it.

Jeff sat there on the carpet for several minutes, his chest heaving as he sobbed silently into his hands. Thankfully, no one had seen him yet. Any idiot could walk up, see Jeff crying, hear the noises coming from the bedroom and easily figure out what was going on. And Jeff didn't think he could face this…not right now. God, he was so ashamed, so fucking embarrassed. What would people say if they found out? Oh, there must be something wrong with Jeff. Something made Adam leave him. Jeff must not be good enough…

It didn't take long before anger—white-hot rage—began replacing the sadness.

What the fuck did Batista have that he didn't? He gave everything to Adam—everything motherfucking thing he could! Jeff's hands clenched into fists, his fingers scraping against his scalp as he tightly gripped his hair, ignoring the pain. What the fuck did he do wrong? Why did he deserve this? Why couldn't Adam have just kept his fucking pants on, huh? It wasn't as if they didn't have sex…shit, they fucked all the time! And that still wasn't enough for that motherfucker…no, he just had to have more…fucking nympho! God, Adam was acting like a damn whore…bending over for Dave Batista…of all people.

The anger was getting worse. Jeff could feel the hate coursing through his veins, mixing in with the sadness and emptiness… He was actually starting to feel physically ill now, his stomach churning from all the emotions flowing through him. He had to do something…he couldn't just lay down and take it… No, he had to make Adam pay. He had to prove that he didn't need that motherfucker…he could find someone else to love him for the night.

Adam wanted to be a fucking slut? Fine, two could play that game.

Adam wanted to fuck around on his boyfriend? Well, Jeff thought furiously, we'll see how he likes it when his boyfriend fucks around on him! But who? Jeff thought hard, considering his many options. It would have to be somebody he at least knew a little…preferably somebody who'd make Adam go crazy jealous… Jay? No, he'd never do something like that to Adam. Shawn and Mark? No, Shawn would probably be willing, him being Shawn and all, but Mark was like an older brother to him…it'd be too weird. Phil and Morrison were exclusive…as were Cody and Ted… Maybe Glenn? No, he'd never get involved with another man's boyfriend.

The answer came to him without warning. It was so obvious, so easy! He was perfect…

Maybe if Jeff had tried to calm down and think things through he would've realized how fucked up his idea was. Maybe he would've realized how much trouble he was getting himself into. Maybe if he'd sat down and actually considered the consequences, he'd of realized that maybe sleeping with another man was impulsive, dangerous, and a really bad decision. Maybe he would've realized the chaos he would cause. But in the end, Jeff realized none of these things, because Jeff was so damn angry at the world—at Adam—that he wasn't thinking clearly. All he could think of was payback, and the best way to get it. All he could think of was how much he was hurting, and how much he wanted Adam to hurt just as bad. Maybe deep down he knew he was only doing it to try and stop the pain…hell, maybe deep down he knew he would regret it. But that didn't matter…it sure as hell didn't stop him.

He stood up and walked down the hall, making his way silently to the elevator. The room he was looking for was 512, so he needed to go down a floor. Stepping into the elevator, he quickly pressed the five button, hoping that no one would manage to scurry into the elevator with him at the last minute. The doors shut with a light 'ping' sound, and Jeff was alone. He didn't like elevators…they made him feel trapped. Luckily, he only had one floor to go, and before he knew it he was stepping past the doors onto the fifth floor. The carpet here was blue, he noticed, but equally as bright and tacky as the red.

He walked quickly, not wanting to run into anyone. It was a little past eleven o'clock, just getting into the darker hours of the night, and even though he doubted anyone would be out, he had to be careful just in case. It was only a short amount of time before Jeff found himself standing before room 512.

Jeff raised his closed fist, ready to knock on the door, ready to shake things up, change everything, take his revenge. For a moment, the briefest of moments, Jeff suffered from a sudden onset of clarity. For a split second, he realized just how stupid he was being, just how much trouble he was probably going to drag himself into… For that one clear moment, Jeff felt all his emotions swept away by one feeling: fear. His heart raced, thumping inside his chest furiously, and he could feel his palms sweating… And then the moment passed, and he was consumed by anger and a need…a need for someone else, for someone to help him release his anger…

Shaking all thoughts of hesitation out of his head, Jeff took a breath and pounded on the door.

He could hear the thumping of someone rolling out of bed, the light cursing of a person woken up when they didn't want to be…and then footsteps. Towards the door, of course. Taking another deep breath, Jeff readied himself. He was going to give it his all, he was going to make sure this worked…

The white door swung open, and a half-dressed man appeared before him, black sweat-pants hugging his hips. The man reached up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Behind his fingers, Jeff could see the pretty, ocean blue eyes struggling to focus on him.

"Jeff?" The man growled, obviously still somewhat delirious from the sleep.

Jeff put on his best, sexy smirk, "Hey Randy."