Title: Forever
Part 2
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 3

Matt Hardy walked into the large locker room all male members of the WWF had to use whenever they came to a stadium without a lot of small locker rooms, which was a lot. He always went in either directly after his match or an hour after the show, so there would be very people in the room. Matt Hardy cherished his privacy.

Stepping in, he saw only one other person--Christian. Matt sighed a little. He wasn't sure if being alone with Chris was a good thing or a bad thing. He had felt something for Christian since the day he'd met the shy Canadian and his outspoken older brother. Matt cherished every moment he got to spend alone with Christian, not only because of the way he felt, but because he and Christian were so much alike, both preferring to be off by themselves than in the middle of a big social group.

Matt had just started undressing to go take a shower when Gangrel walked in. Matt scowled at him. He'd never liked Grel, simply because the leader of the Brood had a monopoly on Christian's time recently.

Gangrel walked over to Christian, and the Canadian immediately stood up to face him. Matt was a little confused--Christian had seemed so exhausted just a few minutes ago, now he was snapping to attention??

What, was Grel a fucking drill sergeant??

Matt ate his words--well, thoughts-- a few moments later.

*SMACK*

The sickening thwack of skin on skin, and Christian was down on the ground, immediately curling into a trembling ball.

Gangrel yelled at him a little more, then stormed out.

Matt saw red. Literally. He was blinded, the color seeping into his mind and blocking his eyes. Perhaps it was a good thing--the blindness was the only thing stopping him from going after Gangrel. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.

When he opened them, the first thing he saw was Christian, still curled up into the pitiful little ball, trembling; the first thing he heard was Christian's sobs, heart-wrenching bursts that cut Matt to the core.

Concern replaced the anger, and Matt hurried over, bending over the small blond and tapping him on the shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Christian looked up at him, and his face made Matt see red again.

*Damn you, Gangrel!! I'll fucking kill you!!*

Christian's deep, soulful eyes were filled with tears, bloodshot, his face streaked with tracks of wetness. Matt reached out and gently touched Christian's cheek.

"What the Hell did he do that for?"

"Matt, he...he..." Christian broke into tears again, and Matt sat Indian-style next to him, pulling the Canadian into his lap, holding him close, trying to comfort him.

"Shhh, Chris...it's ok...it'll be alright, ok?? Everything's gonna be fine..."

He gently rocked back and forth, until finally Christian's tears subsided, replaced by a soft whimpering that tore at Matt's soul.

"Are you gonna be alright?"

Christian nodded, his silky hair brushing Matt's chest and making the darker man's longing--not to mention protective instincts--stronger. It took everything in him not to gently place the blond down and then tear off after Gangrel to rip those fangs put of his skull. Instead, he kept gently rocking and rubbing Christian's back.

"You're sharing a room with him, right?"

"Y-yeah."

"Will he let you out, or...?"

"When he-- when he's...done, he'll let me leave, if I'm back by sunup. Ususally I have nowhere to go, so I just sleep. I haven't actually had a good sleep for a while, with him in the room...one eye open, you know?"

Matt shuddered a little.

*Done ~what~??*

"Would you feel safer in my room after he's...done?? Jeff's usually out getting laid, or drunk, or both, so if you wanna talk...or just sleep soundly, for once. He'd probably never suspect it, even if he did come looking for you."

Christian looked up at him.

"Ok, if you're sure it wouldn't be imposing..."

"No problem. It's not like I'll be having anyone over..."

"Ok, I'll be over around, umm, twelve at the latest. Which room?"

"451...right next to Hayes. Be warned, Mike snores."

Christian smiled a little, but it was only a token smile...his face remained dejected.

He got up.

"Well...I'd better get going. Don't wanna piss Grel off."

Christian walked away, and Matt leaned back against the lockers.

What the Hell had he just done?