Disclaimer: I do NOT own the following wrestlers, or any of the events that actually happened on camera.

I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.

Thanks for the reviews, everyone. I'm being prodded with a stick by the muses, so here's the next chapter. More bad things. Speak of rape. Promise of more bad things to come, but this time from a Hardy. Yeah, and... well, you won't find out anything for certain in this chapter.

Well, here's part thirteen. Which is funny, because this is Chapter thirteen of another story extended. We've come full circle! Heh, I'm an idiot.

He went up to Matt and Punk's door and looked through the peephole. Matt was sitting on the bed, checking the clock every now and then. He licked his lips- he wanted to touch him so badly... But he held himself back until Matt went to the bathroom. As soon as Matt was inside, he quietly opened the door and went into the room.

A small bottle caught his attention. He picked it up; it was prescribed to Mark Calaway, and it was called Carisoprodol, a muscle relaxant. It lasted for 2-6 hours, and it could cause somnolence to first time users- make sure to take right before bed, he thought. 2-6 hours was more than enough time to do what he wanted to Matt.

He took out a pill and turned off the light, waiting patiently for his Mattie to come back into the room.

As Matt zipped his pants up, he couldn't help but wonder what was taking Punk so long. He had a massive craving for Buffalo wings, and he wanted them now. Hopefully, Punk would be up in a second or two.

Matt left the bathroom and was surprised to find that the room was completely dark. Heh. Punk's back! "You think you're funny?" Matt called out, stepping further into the room. Suddenly, the bathroom light shut off too, and Matt twisted around, trying to find Punk.

"Punk?" he asked. Nothing. Matt laughed and walked over to where the light switch was. He felt around for it, but then a hand grabbed his wrist. "Punk..." His arm was violently yanked, and he felt another hand grab his face. A pair of lips collided with his, and a tongue pushed a small pill into his mouth. The person kissed him until Matt had no choice but to swallow the pill.

"Punk, this isn't funny!" Matt yelled, wishing it was Punk as he yanked his arm away. The hand reached out again and pushed Matt's lips back into his, tangling his hair in his hand. Matt pushed his shoulder into the attacker- that couldn't be Punk. And that meant Punk was hurt... or worse.

"What did you do to Punk?" Matt screamed. He punched the guy, but his punch was sloppy. Then, he remembered. Pill... Mark's...

Matt tried to run to the bathroom as his whole body began to grow heavy on him. He could hardly move. But an arm wrapped around his waist and began dragging him away from the door. Matt felt dizzy- he was awake, but he felt like he was asleep. It was all coming along like a nightmare.

Matt was thrown onto the bed, and Matt could hardly feel anything. He felt like he was going insane. His body refused to cooperate in the least way. He tried to say stop, but it came out as "Saa."

His ankles were grabbed and he was pulled forward, his pelvis knocking into his attacker's. Matt heard a low groan, and he was filled with horror- the guy was turned on. The guy wanted one thing. Fuck!

He bent down and pressed his lips against Matt's. He wanted to see his beloved, but he didn't need light to know what every inch of Matt Hardy looked like. This was his, and he was taking it. No one would stop him, not even Matt himself.

Matt screamed inside as his shirt was opened. Lips inched across his body slowly, memorizing every part of him. He spent a little extra time on Matt's soft spots, and Matt knew- this person knew him well. Only Jeff, Punk, Shannon, Shane, Adam, Chris, and a few ex's knew Matt like this, so intimately. And even Jeff and Punk didn't know about the joint between his hip and his leg. Only a few ex's, Adam, and Chris did.

Matt's pants went next, and then his boxers, and then he heard his attacker undress as well. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Matt's legs were split open and a pair of fingers pushed into his hole. Matt just wished he'd fall asleep, anything to not be aware of the fact that he was being raped... and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Chris woke up feeling like a hammer was banging against his head, and the sound of knocking. "Go 'way!" He yelled out, putting a pillow over his face, "Perfection needs it's rest!"

"Chris, it's me!" Jay shouted out, "Open the door."

"Guh 'way!" Chris mumbled again.

"Chris, Punk's in the hospital. Get up!"

That sentence was enough to wake Chris up. He sat up and thoughts immediately went to Matt, who was always with Punk. He got up and walked like a zombie to the door, his hangover slowing him down, and he opened the door. Jay was out there with Oscar, Michelle, and Gail Kim. "Is he okay?" Chris asked, silently hoping Matt wasn't with Punk when he got hurt.

"He'll be fine, he needs sti-" Jay trailed off and looked at his shirt.

"Holy cow, Chris!" Michelle gasped, "What the hell happened?" Gail just put a hand in front of her mouth, and Oscar started saying something in Spanish.

Chris looked down and saw blood on his shirt, dried blood. He couldn't believe it- he'd never even seen the shirt he was wearing before. What happened last night? The last thing he could remember was being at the bar...

Chris ran to a mirror and looked at himself. He looked horrible, like he just went through hell. His hair was messed up, his eyes were bloodshot... shit, he had to wrestle later today...

He looked down and picked up the items on his bureau, items that weren't his. One was a small bottle with blue pills in it. The name on the bottle was Mark's. The other object was a keycard- but it wasn't to his room.

"Is Chris coming?" Chris turned around and saw Jeff Hardy there, looking frantic, "I still haven't got in contact with Matt, we have to-" Jeff looked at Chris and marched over. He didn't seem fazed by the blood; he just snatched the key card and the pills. "Chris, what is this?" he asked. His eyes went from confusion to anger, and then he said, "What did you do, Chris? Where's my brother?"

"I would never hurt your brother!" Chris shouted, shaking his head.

"Who did you get the key from? Matt or Punk?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know!" Chris yelled, "I don't know how they got here."

"Chris, where's my brother?" Jeff snapped, "You tell me now or I swear..."

"I don't know!" Chris yelled. Jeff then punched him in the face, making the others run in to hold him back.

As Gail, Michelle, and Oscar dragged Jeff away from Chris, he screamed, "I swear, if you hurt Matt..."

"I love him!" Chris shouted, feeling more and more anxious, "I would never hurt him! You guys know this!"

Jay grabbed the key card and said, "I'll go check Matt's room." Jay ran off, and Chris felt eyes on him, all filled with anger and hate. He couldn't hurt Matt. It was a cruel joke, is all.

Matt's eyes blinked open. He tried to sit up, but, although he had feeling back in his limbs, he felt like jello. It took a while for him to be able to move properly. He was completely naked, so he went to get dressed. As he did, he remembered what happened last night- after being raped three times, he was cleaned up by the monster and held until he reluctantly fell asleep. He was treated like... like fucking property.

The door opened when he was trying to put on a shirt, and Jay saw him. "Matt, we knocked on the door many times. Why didn't you answer?"

"Must've been asleep," he said gruffly. He didn't want to tell Jay what happened, but then Jay's hand was on his neck.

"Fuck Matt," he said, tracing a purple mark. Fucking bastard marked him, a collar for his property. "What the hell happened?"

"Nevermind that," he said, putting the collar higher.

"Matt, what did he do to you?" Jay asked, although he knew full well what happened to him.

"He?" Matt looked at him. "How did you know it was a he?"

"Chris. The keycard... the drugs... Chris did this to you, didn't he? He had your keycard and Mark's drugs in his room!" Jay said.

Matt's hands began to shake. Chris did this? Chris Irvine? Mr. 'I love you' came into his room and- Matt refused to even let himself think it. "How did he get the key?" Matt asked softly, afraid of the answer.

"He got it from Punk. He's in the hospital. And you should go too- I think we should call the-"

"No!" Matt screamed, images of Punk beaten because of him filling his head, "No cops. They'd just arrest him. No, Chris deserves to hurt."

"That might be true, but you're going to the hospital, mister," Jay said.

"Where's Chris?" Matt asked.

"Matt..."

"Where the fuck is Chris?" Matt asked.

"Room 613, a few doors down from here," Jay said. Matt left the room, ignoring Jay's protests, and he screamed, "Chris!"

Jeff looked up and immediately ran over to Matt. He wrapped his arms around him, but Matt pushed him off- he was too angry to hug right now.

"Matt," Chris said, walking over to him, "Matt, you know I couldn't have done it. You know, you know me..."

"You want to know what I know, Chris?" Matt asked harshly, "I know that my best friend is in the hospital, that I was attacked last night, and it was all your fault!"

"No!" Chris grabbed his cheeks. "Matt, you know me, I would never at-" His voice trailed off as he saw the purple mark. It hit him, making his throat go dry- Matt was raped last night.

Matt ripped his chin out of Chris' hand and said. "Shut up. I'm tired of your bullshit, Chris. I'm tired of you!" He pushed him. "How could you?" He pushed him again. "Look at me, you stupid prick!"

Chris looked up, and Matt was startled to see him crying. But not startled enough to sate his anger. "You thought you could hurt Punk and get away with it? You thought you could hurt me and get away with it?" Matt clenched Chris' collar and pulled him close. "I may not get you now," Matt said, ignoring the way Chris was crying, "But I will get you. And I'm going to make you pay."

"Come on," Jeff said, grabbing Matt's arm. "Let's get you to the hospital." As they left, Chris pulled off the shirt. This had to be a dream. It was impossible. He would never, ever hurt Matt. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the previous night, but it was a complete blank. The last thing he could remember was thinking he should chase Matt.

But the drugs... and the bite on Matt's neck... he would never do that. And he would never beat up Punk. It couldn't have been him. It had to be some kind of mistake... a fucking horrible nightmare!

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