Title: Forever
Part 19
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 20

Midnight had long since passed.

Christian sat on the couch in Shane's suite, unable to sleep. Jeff's head was in his lap, the younger Hardy stretched out on the couch, sound asleep.

Shane was sitting in the chair, equally as worried as Christian.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"What time...umm, how long...when...?"

"Not much later than midnight...unless he really, really wants to hurt him."

"What time is it now?"

"1:30"

Their eyes met, the same panicked expression mirrored in brown and honey-gold. The same thoughts were screaming through both minds, picturing the worst.

A knock at the door made them both jump. The sudden motion jolted Jeff awake as Shane went to answer the door. The blondes on the couch waited, nervously anticipating.

Shane opened the door; Matt came stumbling in. His steps were uneven, his eyes half-lidded with pain. Shane grabbed his arm and guided him to the bedroom, laying him on his stomach. Christian and Jeff came running in.

The back of Matt's shirt was covered with blood, his jeans were also stained. Christian nearly fainted at the sight, realizing that's what he must have looked like so many times.

Jeff and Shane quickly went to work undressing him, realizing that the fabric rubbing against the open cuts must be agonizing. When they had him naked, they were greeted by a horrible sight.

Matt's back was crisscrossed with a series of thin scratches, which the three assumed were whip marks. His ass was bright red, with a few handprints, belt prints, and a curved line which they took to be the outline of a paddle. There was blood seeping from between his cheeks--Grel must have fucked him dry.

Christian, overcome by the sight, ran out of the room. Jeff knelt beside the bed, resting his head next to Matt's and taking his hand.

Shane left to find Christian. The blonde was in the kitchen, filling a bowl with water, adding some of the antibacterial soap Shane kept next to the sink.

"What are you doing?"

"We've got to clean him up. Besides the absolute torment of having any one of those infected, it's also really humiliating to go into the hospital with infected whip marks." He spoke like it had happened to him before. Shane knew it must have.

"You need washcloths?"

"Yeah, and do you have any lotion? Not hand--body?"

"Yeah...Matt actually just bought me some."

"Go get that, and three washcloths. Bring 'em into the bedroom." Shane nodded, leaving to comply with the request.

They went into the bedroom. Jeff was kissing Matt's cheeks, following the tears that were silently slipping down his face.

"Matt? We've got to clean you up now, ok? You don't want to get infected."

"Yeah...hold on to Jeff's hand...this is gonna sting like Hell."