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.