Title: Forever
Part 1
Author: SlasheR
Rating: NC-17
Warnings(in no particular order): M/M, Rape, Graphic Sex, Violence, BDSM,Angst
Characters: Matt Hardy, Christian, Gangrel, Edge, and Jeff Hardy Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wrestlers, and none of this ever happened. I'm sure that in real life, Gangrel is very nice.

Part 2

Christian sighed and leaned back against the unforgiving metal of the locker, quickly snapping upright again, and wincing in pain. The whip marks on his back were too fresh to put pressure on, and every inch of his body ached from his most recent encounter with the man his brother practically worshipped. Edge wouldn't worship him if he knew what kind of man Gangrel really was.

Christian felt fresh tears springing up in his eyes, though whether they were from the physical pain or the deeper emotional pain he couldn't guess. He forced himself not to acknowledge the new wet tracks on his cheeks, knowing how Grel reacted when Christian showed any form of weakness.

He loved it when Christian was submissive--demanded it, in fact--but weakness and submissivness are two very different things, and the vampiric leader of the Brood could not abide the former.

Christian was disgustingly sweaty from his match, but was having trouble deciding whether or not to take a shower. Since Grel came along, even the most simple decisions took at least ten minutes of pondering.

First, he knew that Gangrel preferred him fresh from the match, liked to be able to smell the effort Christian had put in. Gangrel had convinced himself that all the effort Christian put in during matches was for the good of the Brood, and Christian tried to play along, but they were both fooling themselves. The more effort Christian put in, the less severe the beating he inevitably got later that night. If he took a shower, the smell of that effort would be lost, and Grel would beat him just as severely as he would if Christian had run screaming from the ring at the first sign of a fight.

Secondly, the water would kill the fresh cuts on his back. Christian had never dealt well with pain, and the thought of willngly creating more was insanity to him.

Still, his shirt was sticking to his back, and his tights were slipping up and down his legs with the merest of movements...

His internal conflict came to an abrupt halt when Gangrel entered the room. Christian immediately stood up, his back as straight as a board, and faced his master, ignoring his screaming muscles, aching back, and fatigued body.

He knew the procedure.

Grel looked him up and down, as if examining a work horse for any faults. He stepped towards Christian.

"You may sit." His voice was steely, yet devoid of any emotion, as frigid as the vampire's eyes. Christian did as he was told, remembering how he had been punished the first time Grel had 'requested' for him to sit, and he had said "I'd rather stand, thank you."

He still had scars from that one.

Grel flipped through the new script in his hand.

"I suppose you're wondering what *this* is." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

Christian nodded; although he knew what it was. He knew better than to disagree with Grel. He had to nod; he had not yet been told he could speak.

"Very good. You didn't slip that time. Are you wondering what this is? You may speak."

"Yes, master. What is it, master?"

"The new script." The last word was dripping with disgust. Christian knew what was coming next. "I see Vince has been ignoring me *Again.* How many times do I need to tell him *not* to give you any lines? Doesn't he realize what an embarrassment you would be if you spoke?"

"He must not be as smart as you, master." Christian had to fight against every instinct in his body to say that.

"Good boy. Oh well, I suppose Edge can take them. He won't mind. A little too eager to please, that one." Grel spoke as if he were alone.

"Yes, master."

"Now, Christian, you weren't contemplating taking a shower, were you? You know I like you all hot from the ring."

"I wasn't, master. I do know, master."

"Good." Gangrel looked him up and down again.

"Is something wrong, master?" Grel's icy blue eyes immediately filled with anger.

"Did I address you, bitch?"

Christian looked down at the floor, stammering out a response. "No, master, I'm sorry, master, it won't-"

He was cut off by Gangrel's fist connecting with his jaw, sending his already pain-wracked body sprawling to the floor.

"You know the rules, you worthless little bitch. Now get packed up and be out at the car in FIVE minutes. OR ELSE!!" Grel stormed off to find Edge.

Across the room, a man with dark brown eyes and even darker chocolate hair was watching, and his muscular frame filled with rage.

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