Title: Forever
Part 7
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 8

Christian didn't know how long he'd been there, collar around his neck, handcuffs keeping his hands behind his back. He kept his head down, staying perfectly still even though his knees were screaming from kneeling on the thin carpet for so long. There was no reason to believe that Gangrel was watching, except for experience. Christian knew that Grel had an exceptional knack for silence, and as soon as he moved his master would show himself.

Christian's heightened awareness kicked in...he heard noises from the other side of the closed door...they sounded like someone talking. It took a moment, but he recognized it as Edge.

"But Greeeeellllllllllyyyyyyyyy, I wanna come iiiiiiinnnnnnnn..."

"Shh...just a few minutes, my sweet-" Christian's eyes widened. My sweet?? Why the fuck--realization dawned slowly. Grel and Edge were fucking!! "-not ready yet. Good things come to those who wait, angel."

Christian nearly gagged. Angel?? How could Edge not see through that slop?? Tears started to slip down his cheeks, and with his hands cuffed it was impossible to wipe them away. For the first time since this ordeal started, he felt truly alone.

The tears were running profusely now, dripping off of his chin and nose. Quiet sobs started to shake his body, then grew louder. Soon, the petite blonde was nearly bawling. The next thing he knew, Gangrel was behind him, roughly shoving his face into the floor. Christian's tears were beyond control now, which only served to further Grel's rage.

"You fucking pansy!!! Stop this shit at once!! Your retarded brother will hear!!"

Unfortunately, the sound of Edge's name only made Christian cry even more, his entire body shaking violently with the force of his grief. Gangrel finally gave up, unlocking Christian's bonds. Christian immediately fell to the floor when he tried to stand up, crawling pitifully towards his pile of clothes.

"You get the fuck out of my sight!!! *I* am gonna get me a piece of ass that deserves me!! Stay the fuck away unti I'm done with your worthless, slutty brother!!"

Having calmed down, Christian was still shaking a little, tears still running down his beautiful face as he left the room, wearing only a pair of low-riding green cargo pants. For once, he didn't notice the stares of rich hotel patrons as he rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

He walked up to room 514, and knocked on the door. No answer. He started desperately beating at the wood, throwing his body against it, praying that Matt was there. He finally gave up, collapsing against it in a combination of failure, grief, and fatigue. It was then that Matt came to the door, opening it. Christian fell onto the floor in a heap, still slightly shaking.

Matt looked down in shock at the figure on his floor, then crouched down next to him. "Chrissy?? What happened?"

"Ma..Mat...Matt, it was...he...Edge...Grel...angel..." He started sobbing uncontrollably again.

Matt pulled the incoherent blonde into his arms, gently rubbing his back. He stood up, lifting Christian with him and kicking the door shut.

He started to bring the bawling man to his bed, then saw Jeff lying there, naked, and the still-wet spot next to him.

"Matt? What's up??"

"I don't know the details...he's not in too much of a shape to talk right now. Do you mind if I bring him into your room?"

Jeff looked at the spot next to him, then smirked. "Go ahead, I'm gonna take a shower, then I'll get some fresh sheets up here."

"Alright." Matt carried Christian into the second bedroom, carefully laying him down on the soft comforter, then lying next to him, Christian spooned against the dark Hardy's front. Matt whispered soft words of comfort into the ear of the sobbing wreck before him. Finally, Christian's sobs subsided.

"Matt?" His voice was soft and hoarse.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm ready to tell you now."