Title: Forever
Part 10
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 11

Christian stood outside Gangrel's hotel room, mentally preparing himself. He knew he was in for a beating far worse than anything before--not only had he missed his curfew, but he had been crying before he left. Weakness and tardiness--he wasn't sure if he was gonna make it out of this one alive.

He slid his key card through the slot, and opened the door. The room was dim, and smelled of sex--Grel and Edge must have been at it all night. The thought nearly made him gag, but he supressed it, quietly stepping inside. He looked around--no sign of Gangrel. He walked a little farther in. Suddenly, the door slammed behind him.

"And where were you all morning?"

"I was...umm, I was...talking to Shane."

"Oh, really. And what were you two talking about?"

"Umm...just....just business, sir."

"Really?? Hmm...that's fascinating, Christian." All of a sudden, a sharp blow to the back of his head knocked him to the floor.

"Don't LIE to Me, bitch!! First, you cry like a little baby. Then you come in at fuckin' quarter of two in the afternoon!! And then you have the nerve to LIE to me?!?!?" Gangrel kicked at him while he talked, driving in each point with the tips of his boots. Christian remained silent, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. His mind wandered back to Matt and Jeff. The two were just fuck buddies--that's exactly what Grel and Christian had been to start with. How come the Hardys get to keep being happy while he had to suffer so much? Jealousy rose in his stomach, blinding, intense jealousy that nearly made him throw up.

Gangrel was still screaming and kicking when the phone rang.

"Don't fucking move." He went to answer it. Through his pain, Christian could hear snippets of conversation.

"You want to se who?...Him?!? Why? He doesn't...I see...yes, Mr. McMahon...he'll be right over...no sir...yes, I understand. He'll be right there...bye."

Gangrel angrily slammed down the receiver, so hard it bounced off again. He stomped to the closet and pulled out a black shirt, tossing it angrily at Christian.

"Get the fuck up and put that fucking shirt on."

"Master? What's happening?"

"Shane wants to see you in his suite pronto. If I find out you did something wrong, I swear to God I'll kill you."

Christian stood up and put the shirt on, swallowing hard. Shane's job was to deal with all disciplinary issues, so he must have done something wrong...

He left the room, taking the elevator up to the fifth floor. Shane's suite was 515, right next to the Hardys. Timidly he knocked on the door. Shane answered it.

"Ah, Christian. Come right in."

Christian walked into the room. There on the couch, were Matt and Jeff, both shirtless and smiling.

"What the--"

"Hi Chris."

"What are you two doing here?"

"We promised to do Shane a favor if he did one for us. I told Jeff what was going on, and this was his idea."

Christian practically ran to the couch, hugging Jeff, then Matt.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!" The Hardys laughed, then made room for Christian to sit in between them. He rested his head on Matt's shoulder, and Matt absentmindedly stroked his hair.

Shane sat down on a cushy chair next to the couch. "I don't know what's going on here, but how come I don't get a hug?" He pouted, and the three on the couch laughed, then all jumped up and hugged him together.

Matt was a little surprised that Christian was even able to laugh, but the sound was like music to his ears, smooth and lilting. He could spend forever listening to Christian laugh.

The hugging soon turned into an impromptu wrestling match on the floor, until all four were exhausted.

"Umm, guys??"

"Yeah, Chris?"

"We need to think of something to tell Grel, a reason for me having to come up here. And it can't be because I'm in trouble for something."

The four men all started thinking. Shane's only job was disciplinary issues, so what other reason could there be?

"I might have an idea." Jeff was the first to speak. "Maybe Christian has been showing exemplary behavior, and you wanted him up here to thank him for keeping out of trouble when it seems like everyone else is having a contest to see who can break the most rules."

"No, I wouldn't keep him up here that long to thank him. Besides, it's fun to break the rules." He smiled knowingly at Matt and Jeff. It was one of Vince's rules that office workers couldn't sleep with employees. Matt and Jeff both giggled a little.

"Umm, maybe Vince asked you to take care of something for a little while...room assignments again, and you wanted to see if everyone's happy where they are, so you had to bring him up here and ask him about his room?"

"No, on the phone I made it sound urgent...a room satisfaction inventory isn't urgent. But the Vince thing is a good idea, he's in Connecticut right now, and everytime he leaves I take over a bunch of stuff."

"You were discussing contract renewals. Your idea was to split up the Brood, keep Grel and Edge together and send Chris off on his own. Christian had to spend all this time convincing you not to split them up. It's urgent because his contract expires at midnight tomorrow, and you want to have a new one all ready for him."

The three other men looked at Jeff, then smiled. Christian jumped at him and hugged him again.

"Oh, Jeff, you're so smart!!! Genius!!!" Jeff smiled. All of a sudden, Chris pulled away.

"But what did we decide about the contract?"

"You persuaded me to take out the part about the Brood split up, but I refused to make you guys a group for life, so the contract is noncomittal."

"Ok...but what if Grel finds out that my contract doesn't actually expire tomorrow?"

"Chris, that *is* when it expires. I don't know how this little imp foud out, but I think it's time Matt tought him not to snoop."

"Ok...great!! And that'll save me a little...Grel'll be happy that I refused to let you split us up!!"

Christian smiled, then kissed Jeff and Shane each on the cheek for helping him, so overcome with joy that he even kissed Matt, even though Matt hadn't really helped with the idea.

Christian stayed for another hour, just laughing and talking with his friends. It was Heavenly to know that they cared about him this much, and he was nearly giddy with the rush he got from outsmarting Gangrel. Finally, reluctantly, he got up to leave. Matt tried to pull him back down and make him stay, but Christian refused.

"I don't wanna pass the time of believability. Pretty soon, I will have spent a suspiciously long amount of time convincing Shane. Thanks for the help, guys."

And as much as he didn't want to, Christian left his Heaven and returned to his Hell.