Randy had not slept soundly since Jeff had raped him. He wasn't even really thinking about how Adam had done it first. Sure he was angry at the fucker, but Jeff was the more important thing on his mind at the moment. Jeff…fucking Jeff had raped him. Who knew Jeff had it in him to top anyone? And there had definitely been a part of the man that had enjoyed it. Randy had seen that in his eyes. It was a side of Jeff he had never seen before. It was a side that he had either created or let out. Either way, his obsession was refusing to die. His rational side wanted it to die. That part of him recognized now just how badly he must have hurt Jeff and he knew it would be better for everyone if he just backed off.
Unfortunately, he was not one to listen to reason. It didn't help that the rational part of his brain had such a weak voice that it only popped up when he was in bed, stuck in between being awake and REM sleep. Most of the time, other desires were controlling him completely. Part of him wanted to rape Jeff again and show him that when Ted wasn't around with a lamp, he could NEVER pull that little stunt again. Another part of him wanted to change tactics and work on stealing Jeff from Jay. He had a feeling that was who Jeff was with now, and he couldn't stand it. Jeff was supposed to be his and nobody else's.
Well you're a little late for that you idiot, a voice in the back of his head told him. Do you really think that after everything you did, he'll want you the way you want him? Sure, maybe he enjoyed dominating you, but do you think that'll be enough to make him not love Jay anymore?
"He does not love Jay," he said vehemently. "He can't."
Why not? They've known each other for over ten years now. You've seen the way they are together. They're so damn happy that only a blind idiot couldn't see it. Jeff knows he can't trust you. Hell, you can't even trust yourself. You screw absolutely everything up, and your attempts to get Jeff have been a shining example of that.
"Shut up," he ordered. "Just shut up right now."
"Why don't you just let him go? Are you too stupid to? Do you think raping him again will give you your balls back? Are you secretly hoping he rapes you again? Oh, we all heard you beg Randy. Jeff Hardy made you beg and now your cock gets so damn hard thinking about it now.
"Shut up," he ordered again. Damn it, why couldn't this voice just go away? Why did it have to torment him right now?
You secretly loved it when he raped you. You liked seeing that side of him just as much as you hated it. And you want to know something else Randall? I think you've fallen in love with him. It's not a NORMAL type of love. No, it's something more primal than that. He's always been out of your grasp, even when he's screaming underneath you. You can hurt his body over and over again, but you can't seem to play the mind games as well as you did with Adam. He's known your game from the start, so you never could get the true advantage like you did with dear old Adam. You can't manipulate him into thinking he loves you. You stupid fucking bastard, you--
Randy punched the nearest mirror, breaking the glass and busting open his hand at the same time. He barely even felt the pain though. He just kept listening for the voice, hoping to fucking God it had gone away. After several long minutes, he finally relaxed. The voice had stopped taunting him, at least for now. He leaned back against the wall, picking little pieces of glass out of his hand. Now he could feel the throbbing in his hand and it hurt like a mother fucker. He took several deep breaths and watched himself bleed. The pain he was in now was clearing his head. He needed to find Jeff. He had to see the older man again. Maybe he was being completely stupid, but he didn't care. The thought of just leaving Jeff alone to be with Jay did not appeal to him at all. He still wanted Jeff, and one way or another, he would do everything in his power to have him.
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Jeff arrived at the next show arm in arm with Jay. Jay was still not cleared to return to active competition yet, but he absolutely refused to stay home anymore. The older man was worried about Randy possibly retaliating against Jeff for what had gone down a few days ago. Matt was also worried about that, so he was going to start traveling with Jeff too. And even know Jeff was worried about them doing something stupid and getting hurt even worse, he was still glad to have them by his side. He loved both of them dearly and he honestly didn't think he would have lasted a few nights without sex with Jay. Now that they had started, neither of them could quit.
"So baby, I was thinking that maybe after the show, we could ditch Matt and have loud obnoxious sex in our hotel room," Jay said with a grin.
Matt looked insulted. "I'm standing right here Jay."
Jay shrugged. "So? What's your point?"
Jeff giggled at the look on Matt's face. "Sorry Matty. Maybe we can get someone else to hang out with you while Jay and I have our fun."
"I thought we were all supposed to stick together," Matt objected. "You know, safety in numbers and all that shit."
"You could watch or join in if it really bothers you," Jay offered.
Jeff's jaw dropped in shock. "Jay!"
Jay tried to look innocent. "What? What did I say?"
"My brother is not watching or joining us in our sex," Jeff said. "So you better get that idea out of your head right now! That's just…that would just be weird."
"I know, I was just kidding baby," Jay assured him. He kissed Jeff on the cheek. "You know I don't want to share you."
Jeff grinned and rested his head on Jay's shoulder. He knew that of course. Jay wanted to be only with him and vice versa.
"Aw, that's so sweet," Matt said as he rolled his eyes. "I might barf though, so watch out."
Jeff was about to tell Matt to go fuck himself when he stopped in his tracks. Randy was sitting right outside his locker room, just looking at his bandaged hand with a dark look on his face. The Legend Killer was clearly agitated, which wasn't a good sign.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jay growled. "Didn't Jeff and Adam teach you enough of a fucking lesson the other day?"
Jeff winced, partly because Matt was looking at him with that lecturing look on his face (Jeff still hadn't told him what exactly he had done to Randy), but mostly because he saw the look in Randy's eyes as he stood up and glared at all of them. Trouble was literally brewing behind them. He stood his ground as best he could, sighing a little in relief as Randy merely walked away. But the feeling of relief didn't last long. He just kept seeing Randy's eyes in his mind again and again. He could sense what that look meant, and it scared him.
This wasn't over yet. It wasn't over by a long shot.
