Title: Forever
Part 15
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 16

Matt slipped back into the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the two angels asleep on his couch. He sat down in the armchair next to the couch, just looking at them. He sat there for around ten minutes, then got up to clean up all the leftover popcorn and chips that Christian and Jeff had begged for during their let's-watch-the-same-match-over-and-over-and-over marathon.

He sighed. He had no idea how he was gonna convince Jeff to work with Gangrel, but he had to come up with something soon. A week...in a week, his freedom would be gone...but Christian would have freedom, and that's all that mattered. Hopefully Matt would be enough for Gangrel...he didn't want that monster touching his sweet little brother.

He went into the kitchen and started washing the dishes that had piled up. It was late, and he knew he should get some sleep, since there was a show tomorrow night, but he just wasn't tired. He was concentrating on how to convince Jeff to work for Gangrel, and didn't hear anyone coming up behind him. Arms wrapped around his waist, and he jumped a little.

"Why so nervous?" It was Christian. Matt turned off the water and turned to face the petite blonde. Christian was looking up at him, his eyes wide and innocent, his pouty lips just begging to be kissed...

Matt shook his head. "No reason."

Christian leaned up against him, his blonde head on Matt's strong chest, arms still around his waist.

Christian lifted his head, looking at Matt. Without warning, his head dipped forawrd and he swept up Matt's lips with a gentle kiss. The questioning behind it was Matt's undoing, and he kissed back.

They pulled apart after a few seconds, needing air. Christian let go of Matt and backed up, lifting himself onto the table, his eyes calling Matt to him. Matt went willingly, standing between Christian's legs, the blonde's arms wrapped around him again.

"Love me, Matthew? Show me how good it can be..."

Christian leaned forward, kissing Matt again. The kiss was hungrier this time, Matt could sense how much Christian needed this, and yet he still pulled away.

"Christian, are you sure? You're vulnerable right now, I don't--"

Christian silenced him with a kiss, and Matt knew that Christian was sure. He let his hands roam all over his friend's body, amazed that he was finally getting to do this. Christian's body was different than Jeff's ...he had a layer of baby fat over his muscles, and was softer. Matt broke the kiss and pulled off Christian's shirt, reaching forward and teasing his nipples into stiff peaks. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, gently letting his teeth scrape it, then soothing it with his tongue.

Christian tangled his fingers in the dark hair, moaning in pleasure at the delicious agony of Matt's mouth. He pushed Matt away, pulling off the dark man's shirt and pulling him back in again, kissing him deeply.

Matt pushed Christian back to lie down on the table, then pulled off Christian's boots. He lightly ran his tongue up the bottom of Christian's foot, delighting in the way Christian squirmed and giggled. He touched his tongue to Christian's little toe, then engulfed it in the warm wetness of his mouth, sucking lightly.

Christian gasped and moaned, the sensations Matt was creating new to him. He felt like a virgin, experiencing sex for the very first time. And in a way, it was. This wasn't going to be a vicious, brutal fuck, they were just going to have sex.

Matt yanked down Christian's pants and thong, leaning forward and blowing lightly on the throbbing erection, making Christian groan. Smiling, Matt licked and nipped at it until Christian was begging for him to suck it. He did, taking it all at once, swallowing until the gag reflex kicked in. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking lightly, every now and then letting his teeth scrape lightly, just enough to tease.

"Ohhh...Matt....soo goooood....so hot...yes...Matty....pleeease...I'm gonna...oh Matty, make me..."

Matt slid up to the tip of his cock, stroking the rest vigorously, coaxing Christian's release out of him. Christian came with a scream, thrashing and bucking on the wooden table. Matt stroked until Christian's body had relaxed completely, milking it all out before leaning over and cleaning Christian with his tongue. He pulled back, and started to undo his pants.

Christian stared at Matt with half-lidded eyes, taking in the gorgeous contours of his body, his dark nipples, his muscles moving under his bare skin, the dark trail of hair leading down to his groin, and finally, when Matt dropped his pants, his long, thick, dripping cock. Matt went to the refrigerator, and Christian watched curiously.

"Hungry?"

"No...well, yeah, but not for food--" Christian watched his firm ass as he rummaged through the fridge. "--We need something for lube..."

"Just use spit."

"Where's the creativity in that?" Matt found what he was looking for--a bottle of chocolate syrup. He came back over, pulling Christian so his ass was on the edge of the table, his feet resting on two separate chairs. Matt leaned forward, pressing his tongue against Christian's entrance. Christian moaned and wiggled, and Matt pushed it in, all the way past the tight ring of resistance. Christian thrashed on the table, the hot, wet pleasure coursing through his body, teasing and tantalizing. Matt pulled out, and he nearly shrieked at the loss.

Matt poured chocolate syrup onto his hand, pushing his middle finger against Christian's entrance. The syrup was still cold, and Christian shuddered, the sensation not at all unpleasant. Matt slowly worked his finger inside, pushing it in until he reached Christian's prostate.

Christian screamed and arched his back. It had been a long, long time since he'd been touched there, so it was almost a new feeling. Matt teased against it, fingering Christian mercilessly, then worked his index finger in. He slipped them in and out, brushing against his prostate with every inward thrust, scissoring and stretching the slick tunnel.

Finally, he pulled out, slicking his cock with globs of syrup. He pushed the head against Christian's chocolate-coated entrance, slowly sliding inside. Christian held his breath, the pressure nearly too much. Matt distracted him, slipping a chocolatey hand around his cock and stroking, the pleasure greater than the pain. Christian barely noticed when Matt started moving, slowly at first, then harder, faster, deeper. Christian's mind was racing, his heart pounding, hic cock throbbing. He knew he couldn't hold out any longer, and tried to tell Matt, but he was completely incoherent.

The intensity and suddenness of Christian's orgasm brought Matt to a quick climax, shooting his release into Christian's gorgeous ass. He collapsed against Christian, basking in the afterglow.

They lay like that for a long time, before the syrup all over Christian started to get sticky, and the cum got cold, and Christian started squirming uncomfortably. Matt carried him to the shower, and made love to him again, slowly and sweetly under the spray. They got out and dressed, then sat in the armchair near the couch. Jeff was still sound asleep. Christian snuggled up against Matt.

"I never knew it could be like that." He was absentmindedly toying with a strand of Matt's hair, while Matt stroked his head lovingly.

"It should always be like that, Christian."

"It should always be with you, Matt."