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Thanks for the reviews, everyone. You guys make it worth it. Well... the dream confused a little, but originally, Chris just spooned Matt, and the wet dream was all Matt's invention. But now, Chris did jerk Matt, Matt had a dream about it, thought it was Adam, but then Chris said he loved him in his ear.

Well, here's part ten.

Punk didn't push the issue. He just let Matt go to bed in his room. But he couldn't go to sleep; not after what just happened between him and Chris.

Matt felt bad for how he treated Chris. Really bad. But Chris molested him in his sleep. He had no right to do that. On the other hand, Chris molests everyone in his sleep, so Matt wasn't really sure he could blame Chris. And yes, he did initiate the kiss... but Chris didn't have to force him to kiss him again.

Chris didn't FORCE you to do anything. You kissed him back of your own volition. Half of you just wanted to ravage that beautiful Canadian.

Matt shook his head. Adam was the beautiful Canadian he wanted to ravage. Not Chris. Not Chris.

Then why was Chris the one in your dream? Chris molested Rey, Ron... but they were both you to him. In his dreams, it was you. In YOUR dreams, it was Chris.

Matt slapped his head. He couldn't be in love with Chris. But he kept thinking about him, how Chris sounded so sincere and absolute when he said he loved him...

Punk saw the struggle Matt was having and sat next to him in the bed. "Are you okay, Matt?" Matt looked up. Punk was too worried to switch back to Carolina; that's how Matt knew things were bad.

"How could I... I mean... Adam... Chris..." Matt shook his head. "Life was so much simpler before Chris started messing with me."

Punk nodded. "I bet it was. But Chris... I think Chris is just doing what he thinks is best for him, and for you. He does care about you. Always has."

"Always?" Matt asked, although he sort of knew this already.

Punk nodded. "For a long time now. Which makes me wonder why he suddenly decided to just start bugging you..."

"Punk? Can I tell you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

Matt felt uncomfortable telling him this; it had been between him, Adam, and Chris for so long. "A while ago, when me and Adam were working out one day, we went to the showers and I... I did things to him, and I left him hard. Knowing Adam would want revenge for that, I ran as fast as I could away from there. I was running up the hotel stairs when my bag snagged and it broke. Chris helped me carry my stuff to my room."

Punk looked at him, confused. "Where is this going?"

Matt shifted a little. "Just wait. I... I haven't finished." Matt sat up. "I know, what I did sucked... but I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know."

"Didn't know what?" Punk asked.

"I didn't know how Chris felt," Matt said, "If I knew... I would've fought harder. I wouldn't have let Adam and Chris..."

"Let them what?" Punk asked, "Carolina, you tell me what the hell..."

"I had sex with Adam and Chris, okay?" Matt shouted.

Punk blinked. "What?"

"Adam and Chris held me down and had their way with me," Matt said.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Very."

"When did this shit happen?"

"I dunno... but that's how this whole business started..."

"Adam let Chris fuck you?" Punk asked. "As in, he said 'here's my boyfriend's ass, go at it?'"

"Yes," Matt said.

"They held you down?" Punk asked.

"Yes."

"I'll fucking kill them!" Punk shouted.

"Yes... I mean, no!" Matt said, "Punk, it's not their fault, we all had fun..."

"Did they hold you down?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did you say no?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did they ignore you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then they raped you! I'll fucking kill them!" Punk stood up and started walking to the door.

"Where are you going, you idiot?" Matt asked.

"To kill Adam fucking Copeland and Chris fucking Irvine!" Punk shouted.

"Don't be stupid!" Matt said, catching up to his friend. He grabbed him and said, "If it was rape, I would've killed them myself. It was just three friends having fun."

"Which led to you thinking you might have feelings for Chris." Punk shook his head. "Shit, Carolina, do you have any idea how fucked up this situation is? Chris isn't the type to get a bite of the apple and just put it down! And Adam... you really dug your own fucking grave, didn't you?"

Matt looked away. "The situation's fucked up, but... I can't blame Chris. As easy as it would be to make the whole thing his fault, I can't. And I feel bad for hurting him."

Phil sat down on the bed again, calmed a little, and he said, "Chris didn't have to chase you."

"I didn't have to allow him to catch me," Matt said.

"Good point." They stood silent for a minute, and then Punk said, "You know what you have to do, right?"

Matt nodded. "I have to break up with Adam. It... it wouldn't be fair, stringing him around. Especially since I don't know how I feel about Chris." Matt sighed. Adam hated having to take things slow the past few days, but Matt assured him it was only temporary. Now he had to go break his heart, just like he broke Chris'.

Matt felt like the ultimate jackass. "Punk, can we... go away, after this? Have a real patented Punk 'nothing makes sense, let's just do a lot of retarded child stuff' day?"

Punk nodded. "Sure. I've been meaning to go back to the Discovery Zone! It's the shit, Carolina. I mean, the ball pit... the zip line... the games... and they have the most kick ass pizza... AND they only serve Pepsi products. We can go after my shoot!"

Matt laughed; trust Punk to find the perfect distraction. "Alright, I'm in." He smiled and wrapped his arms around Punk. "Thanks."

"Hey, you were there for me when Kofi and I were having problems, and when Barb dumped me... it's the least I could do," Punk said. He patted Matt's back and said, "It's like a band aid. You've just got to get it over with. Adam'll understand."

Doubt it, Matt thought glumly.

*********

Matt took a deep breath before knocking on Adam's door. There was a silence, but then Adam opened the door. "Morning, love," Adam said, kissing his forehead.

"Morning," Matt said. The kiss almost burned, especially knowing what he had to do. "Adam, I know this is going to sound horribly cliched, but... we need to talk."

Adam's eyes widened. "Don't say that. Matt, those words never start off a good conversation."

"I know." Matt looked into Adam's eyes and said, "I'm so sorry."

"You said it was only temporary," Adam said.

"I know what I said..."

"You said we were just going to slow things down for a little while," he said, sounding a little angrier than before, "You said you just needed a little space for a while, and then things'd go back to normal."

"I know what I said!" Matt said, feeling a little upset, "And I do love you, Adam. You mean a lot to me, and you know that. But... some things have happened to me..."

Adam's eyes narrowed. "This is about Irvine, isn't it? I'll take care of him, if he's really bugging you..."

"Adam, I can handle myself," Matt said, "And this is NOT about Chris. This is about me, and how I feel. Adam, I really do love you..."

"But Chris makes me feel important?" Adam said, finishing the sentence for him, "I love how Chris is obsessed with me and doesn't know how to quit?"

"That's not fair," Matt said, feeling angrier by the second, "What the hell do you take me for? I wouldn't give Chris hope just to feed my ego!"

"Then why are you?" Adam shouted, "Why would you end this?" Adam grabbed Matt and pulled him inside of the room. He pushed him up against the wall and pushed his lips into Matt's. "I know how I make you feel. We have fun together. And you... you make me feel better than anyone ever could. Don't end it, Mattie."

Matt pushed Adam away. "I really am sorry, Adam." Matt turned to the door, but stopped when he saw Adam's face. A mix of pain and anger. "Adam, I really am."

"You said that already. But I'd rather have you than an apology."

"I know, and I..." Matt shook his head. "I don't know what else to say."

"Say you won't leave me."

"I have to."

"Matt... I've never begged anyone like this. You can't leave me. I need you." Matt sighed and left, unable to think of anything else to say. He heard Adam say his name again, but he didn't turn back. And he felt worse and worse with each step.

Chris and Adam are so stupid... how could they like someone like me...

************

Chris looked in the mirror, disgusted by his appearance. Chris Jericho, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, the Savior of the WWE, did not let anyone make him lose his cool. And Matt just completely made him lose it. If the Chris Jericho who won the Ladder Match at No Mercy saw him now, he would laugh at him.

Was Matt really worth all the pain and heartache? Why should Chris keep going after him if all he was going to do was push and push him away? Chris could snap his fingers and get anyone he wanted; he knew he was the secret fantasy of every member of that Hart Dynasty. Why go after the one man who didn't want him?

But then he remembered how soft Matt's lips felt on his, and how conflicted Matt looked when he left. Would the old Chris Jericho keep going after Matt, fuck what everyone else thought? After all, he could have anyone, and Matt shouldn't be an exception. And the way Matt kissed him... Chris knew there was something there.

He never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Matt. Everything he told him after they kissed was the truth; he did love him, and he was addicted to him. He couldn't let him go, but the way he felt now was so horrible... he needed some way to feel better. If he could cut Matt out of his heart, just to feel normal again, he would do it. But he figured that was his whole heart, so he'd have to just pull out his heart and become a heartless droid to forget Matt.

He slapped his head... those were quite possibly the weirdest thoughts he ever had. Matt did this to him. He made him into a weirdo who thought about cutting out his own heart.

Chris got dressed and left the room, hoping he could find some peace downstairs. Maybe even find a slutty diva or wrestler to take his mind off of He-Whose-Name-Chris-Refuses-to-Think-About-Because-it-Makes-Him-Want-to-Wrap-up-in-his-Blankie-and-watch-Cartoons, or the Event-That-Happened-Earlier-Today-That-Chris-Refuses-to-Think-About-Because-it-Makes-Him-Want-to-Wrap-up-in-his-Blankie-and-watch-Cartoons for today.

He went to the buffet and got some lunch. "Morning, Chris!" Chris turned around and saw Jake Hager smiling at him. Chris kind of liked Hager; he was a sweet kid, and he was the total opposite of He-Whose-Name-Chris-Refuses-to-Think-About-Because-it-Makes-Him-Want-to-Wrap-up-in-his-Blankie-and-watch-Cartoons.

"How are you?" Chris asked.

"Pretty good." After a while, the lisp even stopped bothering Chris. "Can you believe it? Me on RAW..."

"You deserve it," Chris said. He wondered if Jake had a crush on him; he knew sometimes, when people get saved by someone, they get the whole damsel in distress falls in love with hero thing. But if he did, would Chris feel right taking advantage of him? No, he wouldn't. Jake was too sweet and fragile a kid; it was like pulling one over on Porky from the Little Rascals. It was wrong and should be punishable by death.

As Jake kept the conversation going, Chris noticed He-Whose-Name-Chris-Refuses... oh fuck it, he gave up. Matt. At a table. Practically drowning himself in a bowl of cereal. Looking about as miserable as Chris felt. What happened to him? Chris tried to get his mind off of him, but the more he tried, the more he failed.

Jake trailed off and noticed Chris looking at Matt. He smiled softly- he knew how Chris felt about Matt; he'd known for a long time. When they were on ECW together, sometimes Chris would come with Punk and Shannon Moore to surprise Matt, sometimes with Kofi, Oscar, Jeff, or Mark, but Chris would always come. And his attention would fully be on Matt.

"Why don't you just go talk to him?" Jake asked.

Chris shook his head. "He doesn't want to talk to me. I just wish I knew why he looked so sad."

"You didn't hear?" Jake laughed a little. "Mike Mizanin, Brian Kendrick, and Charlie Haas have been telling everybody. Matt broke up with Adam earlier today."

"He did... what?"

"Yup. And the sources say you were the topic of the argument they had." Jake said.

"Me?"

"Unless there's another Chris Irvine I don't know about." Jake replied. Chris nodded and pushed past Jake, leaving behind his food. Jake chuckled and said, "Rooting for you, Chris."

Chris waved and went towards Matt. Matt didn't even notice he was there. "You know, any lower and you'll need a snorkel," Chris said.

Matt looked up. "Not now."

"I heard about you and Adam," Chris said, sitting next to him. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

Chris nodded. "That's pretty true. Where are your friends?"

"Punk and Jeff had a photoshoot for Night of Champions. Didn't want to bother anyone else with my shit."

Chris put a hand on his back. "Bother me, then."

"I said not now, Chris." Matt shrugged off his hand.

"Come on, Mattie, I'm a pretty good listener."

Matt laughed, but it seemed hollow. "You just don't quit, do you?"

"It's one of my better qualities," Chris said, "Look, I won't mention earlier. I just want to help you. Tell me what's bothering you."

"That's not the only reason..." Matt trailed off and looked up. He looked around and knew a few people were talking about them. And, worst of all, he knew this would get back to Adam and hurt him even more. "Look, I really need you to go away for a while. Can you please just... go away?"

Chris swallowed his pain and nodded. "Alright. That's what you really want, I'll give it to you. But Matt, please... please. Think about how you really feel about me. If you just want to be friends, I can accept that."

"No you can't," Matt said.

"That's fair too." Chris stood up. "I'm sorry we fucked up each others' lives."

Matt watched him walk away, and half of him wanted to go over and make Chris feel better. But his own head was too messed up for that now. He just kept staring at the cereal, wishing that things would just fix.

But he wasn't naive enough to think things were that easy. Adam was upset, Chris was upset, he was upset. Everything was in the shitter. Matt just hoped that nobody, especially Matt himself, did something that they would regret.

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