As Randy stood in his doorway—wearing nothing but his sweatpants—there was only one thought going through his mind: what the fuck? Jeff Hardy was standing in front of him, and plastered on his face was a strange smile… His green eyes were half-lidded over, giving him an arrogant, slightly seductive look. Hardy had his arm against the wall and was leaning, his bright red hair failing into his face a little as he looked up at Randy.

"Hey Randy."

If Randy wasn't awake before, he was certainly awake now. Jeff had practically purred his name, pursing his lips together like a—no. Randy shook his head, trying to make himself think clearer. He wasn't sure what was really going on… He'd been in a dead sleep, only to be woken up by the annoying sound of someone banging on his door. Who the fuck would do that at nearly midnight? Apparently Jeff Hardy… God, what the fuck was he doing here? And why was he looking at Randy like he was…like he was some piece of meat or something? Not that Randy minded…

"What the hell are you doing he—" Randy began, his voice a half growl.

He didn't get the chance to finish before Jeff leaned forward, standing on his toes slightly as he pressed his mouth against Randy's. The Legend Killer's eyes widened in shock, but he froze, not making a move as Jeff's soft lips pushed against his own. Jeff felt Randy's body stiffen in surprise, but he didn't care. Randy had surprisingly nice lips, and Jeff let out a little moan as he pushed his tongue forward, moving it across Randy's closed mouth, begging for entrance… That little move was all it took to send Randy over the edge. Reaching out, Randy slid one hand to the small of Jeff's back, and the other gripped the front of Jeff's tight black shirt, pulling him closer. Jeff let out a mewl of surprise as Randy roughly pulled him against his hard body, and it was then that Randy slid his tongue into Jeff's mouth.

Jeff gasped slightly as Randy's tongue worked its magic, and then he pushed his own tongue forward, eager for more. His hips grinding against Randy's, Jeff reached up, placing both his hands on Randy's bare chest, rubbing his fingers across the smooth skin that concealed toughened muscles. They remained like that for a few moments, Jeff rubbing himself against Randy's hard body, Randy busy with his mouth over Jeff's…and then suddenly Randy's eyes shot open. Letting go of Jeff, he tried to push him away gently. Hardy let out a moan of protest, and he grabbed Randy by the hips, pulling the taller man closer. Randy surrendered for a moment, allowing Jeff to push his tongue into his mouth, and then he shoved Jeff away roughly, growling angrily as he did so.

"What the fuck Jeff?" Randy hissed, scowling madly as he glared at the younger Hardy.

"Something wrong Randy?" Jeff smiled, keeping his voice as innocent as possible, when in reality his mind was spinning. Damn, Randy was a real good kisser…

"W-what the fuck were you doing?" Randy seemed to be panicking a little now. God, he was so fucking confused…why the hell would Jeff Hardy show up and kiss him? What the fuck was going on?

"I was kissing." Jeff giggled, "And you were too."

"You know that's not what I meant!" Randy growled, frustrated in more ways then one, because there was now an aching between his legs that he really didn't want to deal with… It was then that Randy remembered something very important. Shit, Jeff had a boyfriend! Randy had been with taken guys before…and he didn't want to have to deal with that drama shit again.

"You're going to get me in trouble with Adam!" Randy said, and then a strange look came over his face as if he just realized something, "You're cheating on Adam…"

"Please." Jeff rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that shit. Don't pretend like you care about Adam."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Randy asked, eyes narrowing.

"Come on." Jeff looked up at him, "You don't like Adam, you don't give a fuck about him. So what's the problem? Come on Randy…I know you're no saint…"

Randy scowled, but he didn't answer. Every word Jeff had said was true…he didn't like Adam, didn't give one fuck if Adam's boyfriend decided to run around on him. And Randy knew he was no saint…god, everyone knew that. He'd done a lot of bad shit, fucked around with a lot of people he shouldn't have…and it seemed Jeff knew that.

"You know what else I know Randy?" Jeff leaned closer, lowering his voice seductively, "I know you want me…I've seen the looks you've given me. I know what you think about me…"

Randy could feel a heat surging through him as Jeff spoke like that. It was true, he'd always thought Jeff was very fuckable…and who didn't? Half the locker room would give an arm and a leg to sleep with Jeff. It was easy to see why; the boy was sexy as hell, what with his nice, tight ass and his long, colorful hair…

"Jeff," Randy tried hard to exert some self-control, "You have a boyfriend. I'm not getting into all that shit."

"Since when have you been such a good boy?" Jeff pouted, looking up at Randy innocently.

"Since I realized how much shit I've been dragging everybody into!" Randy hissed. He had been trying to change, trying to stop being such a problem. He realized now how much shit he caused simply by fucking with or fucking up the wrong people, and he was not going to go there again.

"Well, if it makes you feel better," Jeff knew he was taking a big risk here, but he didn't care, "I guess I could tell you the truth."

"The truth?" Randy's curiosity was piqued now, "What do you mean the truth?"

"I…" Jeff choked slightly, but he knew he needed to get it out in the open, "I…w-walked in on…on Adam. With another guy."

"What?" Randy looked absolutely shocked, "You—you walked in on them? Like…having…."

"Yes." Jeff muttered angrily, "I walked in on Adam having sex with…with Dave Batista."

Jeff's eyes were glued to the carpet. He was so fucking embarrassed. Why the fuck was he admitting this shit to Randy Orton—of all people? Everyone knew Randy was an ass…why the hell was he telling him his personal problems? It couldn't be just because he was looking for a mercy fuck from Orton, right?

Randy was rattled. Images he'd tried to forget—images that were burned into his mind—were flashing before his eyes. He'd tried to forget, god, he'd tried so hard. But even now it hurt…Jeff just mentioning Adam cheating on him brought back memories that Randy had been desperately running away from for years. Every time he thought he'd finally gotten those memories out of his head…something like this would bring them all right back. Something like this would remind him exactly what caused him to turn into such a fuck up…but he couldn't focus on the past right now. Now he needed to focus on Jeff…

Every time he'd seen Copeland with Jeff they'd been sickeningly sweet with each other—not to mention the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Why would Adam cheat on Jeff? They had seemed so disgustingly happy… And everyone knew Jeff was putting out for Adam—so it wasn't like Copeland wasn't getting sex. Randy shook his head, looking down at the clearly upset Jeff. Adam cheating on Jeff made no sense… Jeff was sexy as hell, god, everyone who knew him wanted a piece of him—why would Adam throw away a relationship with the most desirable guy in the locker room just for Dave Batista? Randy racked his mind for some plausible reason that Adam would cheat, but he couldn't come up with anything. And that just made it worse, much, much worse…

Because it was so similar to what had happened to Randy years ago.

Randy shook his head again; he didn't want to think about that. Not now.

"So," Jeff forced a smile at Randy, "Does that change things?"

Randy narrowed his light blue eyes, hesitating. Did it change things? Randy had vowed to change, to stop fucking with people's lives just because his was so messed up… Technically Jeff and Adam were still together, and fucking a taken man would definitely be breaking his vow. But, Randy thought angrily, Adam had clearly broken Jeff's heart…hell, he ripped it right out of Jeff's chest and threw it to the ground as soon as he'd fucked Dave Batista. Really, Jeff cheating back was exactly what that bastard Copeland deserved! He wanted to fuck with other people? Fine, then Jeff could too—right? Randy could feel his anger at Adam rising, could feel that heat flooding through his body as he got more and more mad… And really, Jeff standing in front of him, looking so sexy with his tight jeans and snug black tee wasn't helping the situation…

"Yeah," Randy finally answered, smirking, "It does change things."

Jeff's eyes lit up both with relief and—was it excitement? He wasn't really sure…all he knew was that Randy was one hell of a kisser, and that this was going to turn out even better then he thought. Randy stepped to the side, holding out his arm for Jeff to come in. Jeff didn't hesitate at all; he stepped forward with confidence…glad that he'd be getting back at his cheating bastard of a boyfriend. Without a word Randy closed the door behind them, and when he turned to face Jeff…that's when the Enigma decided to take control of the situation.

Jeff roughly shoved Randy forward, pressing the larger man against the door. Randy's eyes widened at the sudden aggressiveness, but he soon smirked handsomely and reached out, grabbing Jeff by the hips and pulling him against him. Jeff pressed his lips against Randy's, delighted when Randy opened his mouth, allowing Jeff to push his tongue in past his lips… Jeff let out a whimper of surprise when Randy's grip on his hips tightened, his nails digging into his sides as he pulled Jeff even closer. Their hips grinding against each others, Jeff felt a rush of heat when the hardness between Randy's legs brushed against his own thigh. Smirking into the kiss, Jeff rubbed his hips back and forth across the growing tent in Randy's loose pants, feeling a sense of satisfaction when the taller man moaned slightly.

"Fuck…" Randy hissed, breaking the kiss, "You're such a damn tease…"

"Randy…" Jeff leaned forward as he whispered, flicking his wet tongue against Randy's earlobe as he spoke, "I haven't even started yet…"

Moving his lips downward across Randy's warm skin, Jeff bit down lightly on Randy's neck, sucking on the flesh as Randy's grip on his hips tightened even more. Drawing his tongue across the tan skin, Jeff moved downward. Planting kisses on Randy's chest, he moved even lower, his wet mouth tasting and testing Randy. When he got to Randy's abs he stopped for a second, taking a chance to admire the muscles that were rippling beneath the tanned skin… God, Randy had such a fucking hot body, and if half the stories Jeff had heard were true, he really knew how to use that body… Jeff reached forward, grabbing Randy's pants. In one swift motion he pulled the dark fabric down, feeling a rush of heat between his legs as Randy's stiff cock sprung into view. Kneeling down slowly, Jeff's green eyes looked up at Randy, an evil smirk crossing his pretty face.

He reached out, putting one hand behind Randy's thigh. His other hand reached forward and gripped Randy's thick cock, rubbing slowly as Randy let out a hot moan. Still smirking, Jeff leaned forward, parting his lips slightly. Randy hissed through clenched teeth when Jeff's tongue flicked out, drawing wetly across the slit at the top of Randy's cock. Moving his hand upward, Jeff turned his head to the side slightly, rubbing his hot tongue under Randy's cock… Pressing his lips against the soft skin, Jeff lightly kissed the underside of Randy's cock, trailing his lips from the base all the way up to the head where he sucked slightly for a minute, causing Randy to moan in pleasure.

Randy growled suddenly, reaching out he gripped a fistful of Jeff's candy-apple red hair, "Stop…fucking teasing me…"

Jeff let out a whimper from Randy tugging on his hair, his pouty lips parting enough for Randy to thrust forward, pressing his cock against Jeff's mouth. Opening his mouth, Jeff bowed his head, taking Randy's thick cock into his hot wet mouth. Swirling his tongue against the soft skin, Jeff bobbed his head, sucking hard on Randy. Moaning huskily, Randy thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock down Jeff's throat… His hot, wet tongue felt so good rubbing against Randy's cock, and he was sucking like he'd been given a lollipop. Lapping at Randy's cock, Jeff could feel himself hardening at the sound of Randy's low moans. Suddenly Randy pulled back, slipping his cock out of Jeff's mouth, leaving Jeff looking surprised that Randy decided to stop. Tugging Jeff's hair, Randy pulled him to his feet before glaring into his eyes.

"On the bed. Now." Randy growled, pushing Jeff toward the bed in the center of the room, "Take your shirt off."

Jeff whimpered as Randy released his hair. Reaching up, his quickly pulled his black shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground.

"Your jeans too." Randy commanded, stroking his cock slightly as he watched Jeff undress.

Without a word Jeff quickly pulled down his pants, standing before Randy in nothing but his boxers. Striding forward, he lowered himself down onto the bed, looking up at Randy apprehensively. The Legend Killer wasted no time: with a growl he climbed on top of Jeff, straddling him.

Randy leaned forward, his bare chest rubbing against Jeff's, "We'll see how you like being teased…"

Randy bit down suddenly on Jeff's neck, his teeth pulling at the soft skin, his tongue lapping out as Jeff let out a soft whine. Randy reached down, his hand groping toward Jeff's crotch, and then he was rubbing the hardness between Jeff's legs. Jeff moaned as Randy stroked him through the thin fabric of his boxers, and when Randy tugged at the hem of his boxers, he lifted his hips, allowing Randy to pull them off effortlessly. Smirking, Randy grabbed Jeff's hard cock in his hand and jerked him, drawing his fingers roughly across the soft skin, squeezing slightly. Jeff cried out as Randy started pumping him, his hand growing slick with precum. Feeling the heat rush to his cock, Jeff placed a hand on Randy's, stopping his pumping…

"P-please Randy…" Jeff whined, "Need…you…"

Smirking, Randy got up onto his knees, pulling Jeff with him. Jeff turned around, his tight ass high in the air as he posed for Randy on his hands and knees. Positioning himself behind Jeff, Randy lightly rubbed the tip of his cock against Jeff's tight, pink hole, causing them both to moan in pleasure.

"Ready?" Randy hissed, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"Just…fuck me Randy…" Jeff whimpered, bucking his hips backwards, rubbing his ass across Randy's cock.

Placing his hands on Jeff's hips, Randy slowly entered Jeff, shoving his cock into Jeff's tight ass. Jeff whimpered, bucking his hips, begging Randy to go faster, but Randy entered, inch by inch, loving every second of it. And then he began thrusting, pounding into Jeff, moaning as Jeff's tight ass squeezed his dick. His hips thrusting, Randy pounded in and out again and again and again, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck Jeff! So…fucking…tight!" Randy groaned, bucking his hips as his cock tore into Jeff's tight hole.

Jeff let out a cry of pleasure as Randy started hitting his prostrate, bucking his hips backward he thrust with Randy, moaning each time Randy stroked that pleasure button.

"Please…Randy…" Jeff whimpered, his cock aching, "Give me a hand…"

"You want to cum Jeff?" Randy panted, thrusting into him.

"Yes…please make me cum…" Jeff whined, bucking his hips in anticipation, his cock begging for release.

Randy reached around and wrapped his hand around Jeff's throbbing cock. Squeezing on the soft skin, he began pumping Jeff's cock with every thrust he made, making sure he hit Jeff's prostrate with each thrust. Rubbing his hand back and forth across Jeff's hard cock, Randy moaned as he continued pounding into Jeff's tight ass.

"Oh…fuck!" Jeff screamed as waves of pleasure overtook him. His cock twitching, he came into Randy's hand, the wet cum slickening his cock as Randy pumped him dry.

Randy couldn't hold himself any longer. As Jeff's ass tightened around him, he pounded as hard as he could, thrusting into Jeff furiously. Moaning Jeff's name loudly, he came, shooting his hot cum into Jeff's tight ass. Thrusting a few more times, Randy emptied himself into Jeff. And then suddenly they collapsed, Randy falling onto Jeff, both panting loudly, their bodies slick from sweat and—in Jeff's case—cum. Neither spoke anymore as they both lay silently in the dark, both of them spent.

It wasn't long before Randy rolled off of Jeff and they both gave in to their exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

Adam lay still, lost in thought. It was dark, really dark. Neither he nor Dave had bothered to turn any lights on…they'd acted like animals and headed straight for the bed. But that's the way it always was with Dave…rough, primal sex. Never any sort of sweetness or anything behind it…just primitive sex. Which, Adam had realized a while ago, was probably the whole reason he was fucking Batista in the first place. Glancing to his left, Adam could see the bright red light of the time: nearly twelve thirty. Dave was laying on top of him, panting slightly. They'd just finished fucking, and both were rather tired. Adam squirmed a little beneath the naked Dave, nudging him with his hands.

"Dave…" He poked him in the ribs, "Dave…you gotta go…"

Batista sat up, rubbing his eyes slightly, an arrogant smirk crossing his face, "You sure you want me to leave? We still have the rest of the night…"

"No we don't." Adam grumbled, "Jeff will be here soon—"

Dave rolled his eyes, climbing off of Adam, "Right, wouldn't want your little sweetheart walking in on us would we?"

"Shut up." Adam snapped. He hated it when Dave talked about Jeff.

"Don't get pissy with me, Adam." Batista growled, scooping his clothes off the ground, "I'm not the one who called another man as soon as his boyfriend left the room."

"I said shut up!" Adam hissed, sitting up and glaring at Dave.

"Calm the fuck down." Batista replied, pulling on his pants, "You know we both wanted this."

"Yeah…yeah." Adam mumbled, standing up to get dressed too.

"Hey," Dave scowled, "You enjoyed that just as much as I did."

"Yeah…sure." Adam tugged a t-shirt over his head.

Dave walked over to him, fully clothed now, and grabbed Adam by the chin, "Listen, you invited me over. Don't go getting all mad just because I did what you wanted."

"Yeah. Sorry." Adam stared down at the floor, refusing to look Batista in the eye.

"Call me next time your sweetheart's out, alright?" Dave's voice was rough, his request practically a demand.

"I will." Adam sighed unhappily.

To his surprise, Dave's grip grew harder, and he yanked Adam's head up, forcing him to look him in the eye, "You better fucking call me."

"I will Dave, I will." Adam answered, feeling very, very tired all of a sudden.

Dave didn't answer, he simply let go of Adam and turned, leaving the room silently. Adam watched him go, and then, with a loud sigh, he fell back onto the bed.

This…thing…with Batista was getting worse. God, he was getting rougher and meaner every time Adam was with him. But, Adam thought angrily, he really only had himself to blame for this whole mess. He'd been the one to approach Dave, after all, not the other way around. He was the one who started their…relationship—or whatever the fuck it was. At first, Adam would have said they were just fuck buddies. But now Dave was starting to act…possessive. He was starting to demand that Adam call whenever Jeff was going to be gone for more than a couple of hours. And if he didn't call Dave would get mad. Real mad. Fuck, he was so tired of this shit…

And then there was Jeff. Sweet, innocent little Jeff who'd done nothing except be the best boyfriend Adam had ever had. So why the fuck did Adam decide to sleep with Dave? God, he didn't know. He didn't have a clue. The first time…it just sort of happened. And afterward he told himself it was ok because he would never do it again…except he did. Quite a few times. Did he feel guilty? Yeah, of course he did. Jeff…he was so innocent, so unsuspecting… He didn't deserve what Adam was doing to him. But did that stop Adam from fucking Dave until neither of them could walk? Nope. And why was that? Well…not to hate on Jeff, but he was a little helpless, something Adam realized some time ago. Jeff always had big brother Matt and the Deadman himself to protect him, and because of that Jeff was a little on the naïve side. Even if he did find out about Adam and Dave, Jeff wouldn't do anything about it except go crying to his older brother. Jeff would never actually leave him, Adam was sure.

Maybe it was that helplessness, that innocence that made him turn to Batista. Dave was the exact opposite of Jeff: coarse, demanding, independent, and he turned to no one for help. But it wasn't like Adam wanted to be with Dave… Just because he cheated on Jeff didn't mean that he didn't care about him. And besides, what Jeff didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Adam lay on the bed, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. The darkness and the warmth of the blankets were begging him to fall asleep. He could feel his mind getting slower as exhaustion overtook him.

As he closed his eyes, Adam was thinking one thing: Jeff should be home soon.