Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters mentioned herein. This is pure fiction, written for entertainment only.

Thank you for your kind reviews, glad that you like it!

On a different note, my Randy muse is demanding that I put things right after I cost him Jeff in my earlier fic. He demanded that I give him a smut scene with Jeff in this chapter. I decided to oblige him, cos' he'll punt me in the head if I don't!

So, to all readers who were disappointed with the outcome in "Tears from Heaven", this chapter is dedicated to you! And I swear to keep Mark out of this although his muse is protesting vehemently. He says Jeff belongs wholly to him! I managed to pacify my darling Taker by promising him a part in the next story I write. One more thing, I may not be able to post consistently from now on, so please bear with me! But I can promise you a chapter a week. And now, without further adieu, I give you the next chapter!

Chapter 2

He was in a dream state when he felt fingers lightly caressing the small of his back. It felt good and a soft purr escaped his mouth involuntarily. The fingers paused before the pressure deepened and this time, Jeff let out a whimper of pain as they pressed on the tender spot. He felt the bed shift suddenly and then he was rolled gently to lie on his front. His tee was lifted and expert fingers sought and kneaded and Jeff couldn't help hissing in pain. As the fingers continued to work, he started to relax and sighed blissfully as they carried on massaging his lower back. The fingers soothed his pain and he was growing drowsy until a voice cut through the haze of sleep, "Feeling better?"

Jeff jolted wide awake and tried to turn but hands held him down. "Don't move, I'm not done yet," and he felt a weight pressed on his lower half of the body. Fingers from both hands now worked vigorously to ease his pain.

Jeff couldn't help blushing to his roots. Randy's crotch was pressed up against his butt as he worked. He began to feel the beginnings of his hardening arousal pushing between his nether cheeks. He wanted to tell him to stop but words escaped him. He buried his flushed face into the pillow, clutching it tightly with both hands while panting out softly. He told himself that it was unintentional.

Randy's fingers suddenly stilled and he let out a low chuckle, "I need to stop for now or else we will both be in trouble!" and he shifted to lie on his side next to Jeff.

Jeff turned his face to peek at him and found him watching him with amusement. He blushed.

"If you blush one more time, I'm going to have to kiss you!" Randy told him with a grin on his face.

Jeff felt his face grow hot at his words and before he could hide his embarrassment against the pillow, Randy caught his chin and leaned down close to him. His face was now mere inches from his. His blue eyes stared deep into his and very slowly, he let his gaze dropped to his mouth. Jeff held his breath as Randy lowered his head and his eyes fluttered close as Randy pressed his lips against his. He kissed him slowly, tantalizingly, using the tip of his tongue to tease his lips to open for him. With a soft moan, Jeff parted his lips, giving his tongue access. He felt the sinewy muscle teased his tongue, encouraging it to play with him. It hesitatingly went out to meet his and soon, they were engaged in a mating dance. Randy explored his mouth and sucked his tongue sensuously into his mouth, making Jeff's blood turned into fiery liquid. He melted. His senses screamed for more.

With eyes closed, Jeff shifted and wrapped his arms around Randy's neck. With their mouths still latched together, Randy moved on top of him and took his mouth deeper. They kissed hungrily and moans escaped from both men. Their kisses grew more urgent and Jeff let his senses take over. When Randy moved to pull up his tee, he allowed him to do so. Lost in a haze of lust, he felt his boxers removed swiftly and then hot bare flesh pressed up against his length. He arched his body wantonly against Randy, crying out softly as his hard throbbing flesh probed between his legs, seeking entrance. Randy shifted again and nudged his knees apart before folding them against his chest with one hand. He slicked the fingers of his other hand with his mouth and inserted two into his pucker, rotating them in gently to stretch him. Jeff winced with pain. It had been a long time since he was with anyone. He gasped out suddenly when the fingers found his love button and he cried out as Randy pressed on it again.

Randy was shuddering with anticipation. His fingers were encased so tightly in Jeff's heat that he couldn't wait to penetrate him. He could well imagine how hot and tight Jeff would be around him, but he wanted to prolong their foreplay. He added another finger and started to thrust in with deep long strokes, making sure to stab at Jeff's prostate. At the same time, he lowered his head to suck Jeff's nipple into his mouth, teasing it into a hard nub. He did the same to the other drawing mewls of pleasure from the enigma below him. Jeff was soon turned into a whimpering mass, awaiting fulfillment. Randy continued to tease him and feeling his impending orgasm, pulled out his fingers and entered him quickly. Jeff cried out as he arched his body, his tears rolling down gently from the corners of his eyes. It hurt.

Randy bent to kiss his tears away, whispering endearing words to him. As soon as he felt him relaxing, he started to move, slowly at first and then, building momentum. Beads of perspiration rolled down his face as he thrust feverishly against Jeff, grunts escaping him.

"Raann…dy…" Jeff writhed in pleasure as sweet sensations fanned from his core, inflaming his senses. His whole body burned with desire and he wanted Randy to go deeper, to screw him senseless! "Pleaasse…… harder!" he gasped, tossing his head deliriously as Randy lifted his hips to pump furiously into him, their bodies slapping hard against each other. Jeff started to cry out incoherently and Randy felt the heat rushing to his groin. "Jeff!" he gave a strangled cry as he climaxed, shooting deep into the snug passage, christening and filling it with his family jewels. Simultaneously, a sharp cry tore from Jeff's mouth as he arched to take Randy deep within him as he came hard, a rapturous look on his face. His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he went limp and his hands fell loosely to his sides.

Randy pulled out and collapsed beside him, panting out harshly. With his remaining ounce of energy, he pulled Jeff into his arms. Tender feelings and a sense of protectiveness overcame him. Those emerald eyes soon opened and they smiled tiredly into his steel blue orbs. "See what blushing can lead to?" Randy teased him and Jeff gave him a soft, shy smile. Randy kissed him tenderly before hugging him close and in the comfort of each other's arms, they fell asleep again.

~*~

Chris groaned out loud as the knocks reverberated across the room, jarring his nerves. He cracked one eye open to look at the clock. It was almost half past nine. He pulled the pillow over his head, telling himself to ignore the rapping at the door and go back to sleep. But whoever was at the door refused to go away. With a sigh of exasperation, Chris threw the pillow to one side and rolled out of bed. He held his head in both hands and groaned. His mouth was parched and the pounding in his head made him nauseous. The knocking persisted and as he climbed groggily to his feet, he swore to retch on whoever was at the door.

He pulled the door open and growled at the man standing before him, "Are you trying to take the door off its hinges? I was trying to sleep!"

Adam grinned at him before pushing his way in, "Poor Chrissy! Having a hangover huh?" and chuckled.

Chris shut the door and glared at him, "This has better be good! What do you want?"

"Have you seen Randy? He didn't come back to the room last night."

Chris frowned. He remembered John driving them back and helping him to his room. Randy was with them. His eyes suddenly widened as he thought, 'Could he be with Jeff?'

But to his own surprise, he found himself saying, "I don't know where he is but he's a big boy, Adam, he can take care of himself," and crawled back into bed. He let out a yawn and said, "Now, get out, I want to sleep some more!" and pulled the covers over his head and closed his eyes.

He heard Adam muttering under his breath and the door opened and then closed. As he drifted off to sleep, he told himself to check on Jeff just as soon as he woke up.

Adam decided to go down for breakfast by himself since he couldn't find Randy anywhere. As he stepped into the eating area, he heard someone call out to him. Glancing around, he spotted John and Morrison signaling to him and made his way to join them.

"Hey!" he greeted them and sat down.

"Why didn't you come out last night? We had a great time!" John said as he bit on his toast.

Adam ordered his breakfast before replying, "I was tired. You guys see Randy?"

"Not this morning, but he was in Jeff's room last night," John answered nonchalantly as he sipped on his coffee.

Adam froze. His mouth twitched and swallowing hard, he asked quietly, "What was he doing there?"

"Jeff fell asleep in the car and Randy carried him to his room," John replied before putting a forkful of eggs into his mouth and chewed. He looked up at Morrison who nudged him. "What?" he asked.

Morrison gestured with his eyes and he turned to see Adam thoroughly riled up. His face was contorted with anger.

"What's wrong, Adam?" John asked with a worried frown. But the Canadian stood up abruptly and left without a word.

"Did I say something wrong?" John asked, wearing a confused look on his face.

Morrison said thoughtfully, "Have you noticed how Adam keeps avoiding Jeff? For two people who used to be good friends, doesn't it seem strange to you that they have yet to talk to each other? And now, he is pissed when he hears that Randy was with Jeff last night."

Both men looked at one another just as the same thought struck them. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" John asked and Morrison nodded before saying, "Judging from Adam's reaction, trouble is brewing. Want to go and get Chris and alert him?"

"If Adam causes any trouble, he'll hear. Jeff is just staying across his room," John said as he got up quickly, "I think we better head up to Jeff's room, just in case." Both men paid and left in a hurry.

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The uppermost thing on his mind as he strode purposefully towards Jeff's room was to punch Randy's lights out! He reached the door and pounded it with his fist before yelling, "Open the goddamned door, Jeffrey!" and resumed to pound and yell.

Inside the room, both men were startled awake by the noise. Jeff's eyes grew wide with consternation as he realized who was outside the door. Randy quickly pulled on his boxers and was just about to get up when Jeff pulled him back, "Don't open the door, Randy!" he pleaded with him.

Randy pecked him on his lips and said, "It's just Adam, I'll see what he wants," and he broke from Jeff's hold and went to get the door. Jeff quickly pulled on his tee and boxers and stood waiting anxiously by the side of the bed, unsure what to expect.

As soon as Randy opened the door, a fist flew out and knocked him backwards. Caught unaware, he fell and then Adam was all over him, landing him with hard punches. He heard Jeff scream and then suddenly, Adam was getting off him. He saw the reason why. Jeff had jumped on Adam's back and he was tugging at his hair with both hands and screaming at him to stop. Adam reached wildly behind him and grasping Jeff's tee, he flipped him forward. Jeff landed hard on his back and immediately, his face contorted with pain. He gasped, curling himself into a ball as tears ran down his cheeks silently.

"Jeff!" Randy got up quickly to go to him, and so did Adam. The two men ended up pushing one another out of his way and soon, they were brawling. John and Morrison rushed in and held them back and Chris joined them a few seconds later. He was still in his boxers but he had thrown on a tee.

"What the hell?" Chris took one look and went immediately to Jeff. He put a hand on Jeff's lower back and coaxed him to straighten. With every move, Jeff hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes tight until he was lying flat on his back.

"Can you get up?" Chris asked after a few moments and Jeff nodded. With Chris' help, he was slowly helped to his feet to lie on the bed.

Chris turned to look questionably at Adam and Randy. "Let them go!" he said and John and Morrison released their hold on the two men. Immediately, Randy made towards Jeff and this time, Adam just stood where he was.

"What's going on?" Chris addressed Adam and he looked down silently. Chris studied him carefully and asked, "Why did you hit Randy? He hasn't done anything wrong."

Adam snapped his head up and the words left his mouth before he could gather his thoughts, "He slept with Jeff! He had no right!" At their startled looks, he clammed up and realized what he had just said.

"What right do you have, to say that?" Chris asked him quietly.

There was a long silence as they waited for his answer and then Jeff's small voice broke the silence, "He has no right, none whatsoever." He climbed off the bed slowly, grimacing in pain. Randy moved to help him to stand. He made his way gingerly towards Adam. Adam refused to meet his eyes.

"Remember what you said to me?" Jeff asked him, his eyes brimming with tears. And on a choked sob, he whispered, "You said that I was a mistake!" and his tears fell fast and unchecked. Turning blindly, he made his way quickly to the bathroom and locked the door. They heard his stifled cries coming from within soon after.

Chris turned towards Adam and spoke quietly, "I think you better clear out. I don't want you anywhere near Jeff, you hear me? You stepped out of line again and I'll have no choice but to call Matt."

Adam's eyes flashed with anger at the mention of the older Hardy's name. But, he didn't say anything. He glanced at the closed bathroom door before turning around and walking out the door. Chris nodded to John and Morrison and they left discreetly. He turned to Randy, "I know you're concerned for Jeff but can you leave us for a while? I need to talk to him."

Randy hesitated, "Call me when you're done" he said finally before leaving as well.

Chris walked to the bathroom door and rapped lightly on it, "Jeff, the others have left. Please open the door," he called out softly.

He heard shuffling and then the door clicked before opening to reveal Jeff with tears in his eyes.

"Come sit, we need to talk," and Chris helped him towards the bed. He gave him a moment to compose himself.

"You want to tell me about it?" he probed gently.

Jeff sniffled and shook his head, murmuring, "There's nothing to tell."

Chris tried to recall but he just couldn't remember the two being an item. Matt and Adam were the best of friends and Jeff always tagged along with them, together with Jay. If Adam had a relationship with Jeff, it escaped his attention but without Matt knowing? Chris thought it highly improbable. "Did Matt know about you and Adam?"

Jeff looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Please don't say anything to Matt, I don't know what he'll do if he finds out!"

Chris let out a sigh. So, Matt didn't know either. And with everything that went on with Amy, Matt would definitely kill Adam if he found out about the relationship.

"I won't if that's what you want. I can see you're still hurting. Talking about it might help."

Jeff seemed reluctant and Chris squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now, but I'm here if you need me. Do you want Randy here? He wants to come over once I'm done."

"I want to be alone for a while," Jeff whispered forlornly.

Chris nodded understandingly, "I'll tell him. You may want to get a doctor to look at your back. I'll see you later," and Chris got up and let himself out.

Jeff lay on the bed and closed his eyes, tears trickling down his face. He allowed his thoughts to go back to that fateful day, the day he was taken against his will.

Flashback …..

It was the night on Christmas Eve, 2001. Everyone on the roster was gathered together. Vince had taken it upon himself to throw a Christmas party for his employees. He had booked a banquet room at the hotel for the occasion. It was nicely done up with Christmas decorations and an eight-foot tree, adorned with pretty lights and ornaments stood in one corner of the room. Everyone had agreed to exchange gifts and the base of the tree was piled high with presents. There was plenty of food and drinks were flowing freely. Champagne popped and laughter filled the room as they toasted each other to a good year ahead. Christmas carols played, lending Christmas cheer to the gathering.

Jeff rolled his eyes as he watched his brother, Matt making out with Amy, his girlfriend and their manager, in the corner of the room. He was seated on the floor, legs up and leaning against the wall, a bottle of beer in his hand. He preferred the floor to the chair, which seemed more comfortable to him. Bubba and Devon were having a beer drinking competition with Bradshaw and Farooq at the table and the others were cheering them on. "APA will win hands down!" he smirked to himself, "unless Austin decides to take part!" But no such luck as Austin's wife, Debbie was watching him like a hawk. She was making sure he partook sparingly of his favorite drink.

His eyes travelled to watch Stephanie flirt with the guys and he sniggered. Chris, Kurt and Hunter were hanging on every word coming out from the billionaire Princess' mouth. She had been seen going out with all three men and as of now, he didn't know who she was actually interested in. Rumor had it that she and Hunter were pretty serious about each other (and that wasn't a storyline!).

A body plopped down beside him. "Hey, Jeff, why are you sitting here by yourself?" There was a slight slur in his speech.

Jeff turned to look at Adam. He looked like he definitely had more than his fair share of drinks!

"I just like to sit by myself and watch people. You learn a lot by just watching," Jeff answered him before taking a swig from his bottle.

As soon as the bottle left his mouth, it was snatched away from him and Adam chugged down the contents in several swallows. He sighed with satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "There must be a law to prohibit kiddies like you from drinking, you can't drink to save your life!" and let out an amused chuckle.

"Fuck you, Adam!" Jeff spat out and got up to get another drink but Adam pulled him down. "Don't go, I just need someone to talk to," he said woefully.

Feeling somewhat sorry for him, Jeff sat back down and asked curiously, "Where's Jay?"

Adam let out a sigh and said, "He's somewhere in the back, calling his girlfriend."

Jeff turned to study Adam, he did look to be in the dumps. He followed his gaze and saw that he was looking longingly in the direction of Matt and Amy who were sucking each other's faces off. He nudged him, "Don't tell me you want to do that with my brother!" and laughed as Adam made a face.

"Eww… that is so sick, Jeff!" he said before joining in the laughter. He looked around and finally said, "Why don't we get out of here? Seeing some of these people with their dates makes me feel kind of lonesome."

"What do you want to do?" Jeff asked. He wanted to leave but not for the aforesaid reason. He just wanted to play his guitar and write some music to his lyrics.

"Want to go back to my room? We can grab some drinks to go and catch a movie on the prescribed channel," Adam suggested. "Or we can go to your room and do whatever you like," he added quickly upon seeing the reluctant look on Jeff's face.

"My room's out of the question. Matt will be taking Amy up there soon. I'm lucky if I can get some sleep tonight! They can't keep their hands off each other!" he groaned out loud.

Adam let out an exaggerated gasp, "You mean you get to watch?"

Jeff let out a giggle as he punched him lightly on his arm as he got up, "I'm not a pervert like you! I always wait in the corridor until they're done and then I go back in." He felt a need to explain himself. God knows what rumors Adam would spread if he didn't!

"It has to be your room," Jeff said with resignation as he took two plates and started to pile it up with food. Adam grabbed a couple bottles of tequila and some beer and with his hands full, he led the way out. Jeff followed him from behind. Matt was too busy to notice that his brother had left the room.

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Adam put the bottles on the side table and kicked off his shoes. He stripped to his shorts and flung himself on the bed. Reaching out for a bottle of tequila, he opened it and said with a satisfying sigh, "Feels good to just kick back and relax, doesn't it?" and drank directly from the bottle.

Jeff nodded and turned on the tv before sitting on Jay's bed. He began searching for a good movie to play. He finally found one. "Indiana Jones okay with you?" he asked Adam and he nodded. Once the movie started, Jeff settled himself comfortably against the bed and started to reach for a bottle of beer when Adam said, "Beer is for sissies! Real men drink tequila, straight from the bottle!"

Jeff snorted and pulled the cap off his bottle and retorted, "Tell that to Austin and the APA and see what they'll do to you!" He took a swig from the bottle and focused on the movie. To his surprise, Adam got up to block his view.

"Hey!" he protested when Adam grasped the bottle from his hand and held out the tequila.

"Try this. I want to see if you have the gumption to accept my challenge and finish this bottle of tequila. If you do, I'll bow my head in reverence and henceforth, shall never address you as kid or boy!"

"Oh, shut up, Adam!" but Jeff took the bottle from him and took a swig. His face screwed up with distaste as he coughed and gasped out, "How can you drink this?"

Adam shrugged carelessly, "You'll get use to it. Now, drink up!" He opened the other bottle and clanged it against Jeff's before chugging a quarter of it down his throat.

An hour later, both men lay quite drunk on the beds. Jeff suddenly retched and he quickly dashed to the bathroom. He emptied the remains in his stomach and sat on the floor, dry heaving. He noticed with dismay that he had dirtied the front of his shirt. The smell was putting him off. Pulling his shirt off, he rinsed his mouth out but he could still smell his own vomit and his head spun. He decided to get into the shower, knowing he would feel better after a quick rinse. Jeff stood unsteadily on his feet and started to strip. As he climbed into the tub, he thanked his lucky stars that Matt didn't catch him drinking the hard stuff. He would kill him for sure!

Outside, Adam's phone rang and he reached for it. Jay called to say that he would be staying out with some of their co-workers and wouldn't be back till morning. He asked if Adam wanted to join them. In his drunken haze, Adam told Jay to enjoy himself and that he was going to stay in. They wished each other a Merry Christmas and hanged up. After a while, his eyes went to the bathroom door. He slowly got to his feet to head towards the bathroom. Jeff was in there for quite a while and he wanted to check if he was alright.

He knocked lightly but Jeff couldn't hear him amidst the running shower. Adam turned the knob and was surprised that it wasn't locked. He entered just as the shower curtain drew back and Jeff stepped out of the tub, naked and dripping wet. Jeff cried out in dismay and before he could grab a towel to cover himself, Adam was all over him.

Jeff let out a squeak when Adam crushed his mouth against his. He was caught by surprise and was momentarily stunned into non-action. He recovered his senses and started to push Adam away from him and when that failed, he thumped him with his fists, crying out to him to stop even though his mouth was being ravished. There was a momentary lapse when Adam withdrew to breathe and Jeff took the chance to knee him in his groin. Adam released him as he clutched at his tender loins. Jeff pushed hard at him before scrambling for the door. He made it out to the bedroom and pulled a sheet hastily over himself before heading for the door. He heard a growl and turned just as Adam speared him to the floor. His sheet was ripped away and Adam forced his legs apart, placing himself between them.

"No! Adam, please, no!" Jeff fought him as he cried out, flailing his fists at him but to no avail. With one hard thrust, he penetrated Jeff who screamed with pain. Breathing harshly and making low growling noises at the back of his throat, Adam thrust furiously into the battered body beneath him. In the haze of lust, he had forgotten himself, forgetting that he was forcing himself against his best friend's brother. Jeff sobbed as Adam had his way with him. Finally, he withdrew and collapsed on the floor. Jeff crawled away from him and curled himself into a ball, covering his face with his arms as he cried softly. He felt as if he had been ripped apart. As snores escaped from Adam, he got slowly to his feet, grimacing in pain. He took himself to the bathroom and washed the blood off before pulling on his foul smelling clothes on. He washed his tear stained face and stepped out. Adam was snoring away on the floor, oblivious of what he had just did. Jeff choked back a sob before pulling the door open. As he limped slowly away, he didn't notice the eyes that watched him through the crack at the corridor end.

PS. My dear BellaHickenbottom - Sorry, I need a rape scene! I can't write angst without my main star getting mauled! LOL. I love to torture and abuse my Jeff muse and there's nothing anyone can do about it because Stone Cold … wait! I'm getting carried away. Sorry about that!

Mark muse (pops out of nowhere) : WHAT! Did you say rape? Who forced himself on my Jeffrey? Tell me! I'm going to kill him with my bare hands! Now, get me into the story! (and gives me the evil eye)

Me (quaking in my shoes) : It.. it's just a story, Mark, take it easy, will ya? You need a break.

Mark muse (points his finger at me) : If you don't include me in this story, I'll deliver pain and suffering on you! You hear me?

Me (cowering) : But.... but… (still undecided)

Mark muse : Include me in the next chapter, or else! (He disappears just as suddenly).

Me (shivers with excitement) : Threats or not, he's damn sexy! His voice sends chills up and down my spine! (whimpers as will weakens) Please, someone, help me!

Reviews are appreciated.