Title: Forever
Part 3
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 4

"Sweet!!! You mean I get even MORE lines??? Alright!!! I LOVE it when Vinny screws up!!!" Gangrel had just told Edge that he could say Christian's lines. Christian just sighed, trying to block out his older brother's voice. How Edge managed to have a dark personality onscreen amazed Christian...that and the fact that Edge could remain so blissfully oblivious to his little brother's personal Hell.

At least tonight Christian could get away. Gangrel would have his way with him, then Edge would come back to the room and fawn over the older man, and the two would leave Christian to his own devices...usually a half-hearted attempt to nurse his wounda and a restless attempt at a nightmare-filled half-sleep. Tonight, he had somewhere to go.

Matt and Christian had been friends since they started in the WWF, but had grown apart since Gangrel took hold of Christian. Was Matt attempting to rekindle their friendship, or was it something more?? The two had always had a certain connection that both could sense, and there was always the potential for a relationship...but Grel ruined all that.

The discrete black car pulled into the parking lot. As was routine, Edge started to his own car, then turned and asked Christian to go clubbing with him. Christian declined, saying he was kinda tired. edge shrugged, and left. As soon ashe was out of sight, Grel grabbed Christian's elbow in an iron grip, and led him upstairs, as if Christian had the energy to run away.

Once inside, Grel went to the corner and started getting out his "supplies"--everything he needed for his ritual torture of Christian. While he was turned, Christian stripped, knowing that the longer he kept his clothes on, the more he would be hurt.

Gangrel turned and swept his eyes over Christian. "Nice...very nice."

Christian kept his head down, knowing better than to look his master in the eyes. It was Hell getting through this every night, but it was becoming routine, and he was actually getting used to the torment. All he had to do was keep repeating to himself:
*It'll be over soon. Think of...umm, think of...Matt...Just pretend it's Matt...Just pretend it's Matt*

Before he even realized it, he had a throbbing erection--a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Gangrel.

"Look at me, Christian." His voice was steely and devoid of emotion, a voice Christian knew to be more dangerous than his screams and slaps.

"Is this for me?"

Christian nodded feebly, praying that he was better at lying than he thought. Gangrel smiled, a sick, sadistic smile that dashed all Christian's hopes.

Gangrel roughly grabbed Christian's hair and slammed him down on the floor, pulling him back up onto his knees. Gangrel quickly pulled his cock out of his jeans, ramming it down Christian's throat without warning, cruelly fucking the delicate blond's face. Christian felt tears streaking down his face like white-hot knives as he tried not to puke. Finally, Gangrel came down his throat in a disgusting rush, not pulling out until Christian swallowed it down.

He yanked Christian up by the hair, chaining him face-down on the bed while he grabbed the all-too-well-used paddle and whip on the bed, proceeding to teach Christian a lesson he'd never forget.