Hunter barely noticed the other patrons of the club, ignoring the crowds of writhing bodies that packed the dance floor, intent on one writhing body only. Jeff Hardy.
He danced with abandon, with no one and everyone, eyes closed as he moved, not really in rhythm but no less graceful for it. His hair was a glowing purple/pink, pulled back in two adorable pigtails, strands of the baby-fine length escaping the confines to wisp and cling to his flushed cheeks and jaw.
Glitter touched his cheekbones and the hollow of his throat and Hunter's lip curled in a snarl, wondering where else the kid dusted the sparkly stuff, at once both turned on and inexplicably angered by the thought.
Little bitch...sexy, teasing little bitch. Hunter thought, watching Jeff's narrow hips in the low-slung jeans moving sensually, blue mesh shirt leaving nothing of that beautiful upper body to the imagination.
He hated the thoughts that flooded his mind while watching the seductive, feminine yet ambiguous younger Hardy. Cut this shit, Hunter...you're the fucking Game. No way is the Game sittin' alone at a fucking ravers club lusting after the prettiest boy in the WWE... Hunter watched Jeff slip one hand behind his head and do a sexy roll of his hips and groaned, glancing away for a brief second before his eyes reluctantly found their way back to their target. He was entrancing, mesmerizing to watch, to listen to...to be in the same room with him and *not* focus on him was impossible.
And Jeff didn't even fucking notice. *That* was what had Hunter's anger so stirred up as he watched Jeff unbeknownst. The little bitch had him tied up in knots every time he came within 20 feet of the kid, and Rainbow Brite never even noticed.
So fucking unaware. Even now... Hunter snorted. Even now the kid danced away, just as he had for the past 30 minutes, never once opening those eyes that Hunter knew to be an other-worldly shade of pale emerald, never once acknowledging or even caring that he had the entire club watching him, a small circle having formed around him, all eyes once again on Jeff Hardy and, once again, he couldn't care less.
Enough of this shit... Hunter downed his whiskey and stood, walking out onto the dance floor. The crowd seemed to sense his target and parted like the red sea, clearing a path to the obliviously gyrating Jeff.
Hunter stood behind Jeff for a moment, taking him in from behind, head tilted curiously as the boy exhibited some superior hip motions. The crowd, which had been watching Jeff, now watched Hunter watching Jeff, sensing somehow that this big, 100% alpha-male was a threat, but in what way, they weren't sure. Something about him, and the way he watched Jeff, was off...because his look, while lusty, was angrier than anything.
Suddenly, without warning, Hunter's arms snaked out and caught Jeff's hips, dragging him back against him. The startled little squeak Jeff let out almost made Hunter smile.
Twisting his head, Jeff stared up at Hunter, confusion in his sparkling eyes. "Hunter...? Ah didn't know you were here..."
It was the wrong thing to say, as Hunter's face grew hard and cold, eyes narrowing. "I know you didn't. You never do, do you, Jeffy?"
Jeff's brow wrinkled, confused. "Ah don't know what you mean..." he tried to step away, but Hunter's big hands dug into his slender hips, holding him easily. Jeff, unsure what was going on, but ever the optimist and a bit naive, shrugged and flashed Hunter a boyish grin. "You wanna dance, then, Hunter?" The big man had never struck Jeff as swinging that way, but he'd been wrong before, and there was certainly no mistaking the thick, rigid length that rested snugly against Jeff's ass.
Hunter said nothing, but eased his grip on Jeff's hips enough so that the boy could resume his motions, eyes sinking closed again as the music took him over. He reached up and back to curl one slender, graceful hand behind Hunter's neck, arching and sliding his sleek, long body against the bigger man.
Hunter let out a low snarl, fingers biting into Jeff's hips as the younger man moved seductively, no longer in time with the fast, furious beat of the music, but slowly, easily, smoothly to the rhythm in his blood, and he somehow, as usual, managed to make it look right.
Without warning, one of Hunter's hands came up and caught Jeff behind his head, fingers burying into his pigtailed hair tightly and jerking his head back. Jeff gave a sexy moan, body still moving, his eyes liquid as he opened them and stared back into Hunter's eyes.
Hunter growled low, body taut and quivering with suppressed emotion, then slammed his mouth down onto Jeff's. The crowd watching gave an audible gasp, but neither Jeff nor Hunter paid any notice. Hunter seemed intent on devouring the boy, kisses hard and eating, tongue and teeth licking and biting and sucking at Jeff's soft, lush mouth, twisting his fingers painfully into Jeff's scalp, holding him immobile for the assault.
Finally breaking the kiss, Hunter twisted Jeff around so he faced him, jerking the lean, slender frame against his own thickly muscled one, savoring the innate differences...Jeff's soft to his hard, Jeff's sweet to his spicy, Jeff's innocence to his own corruption. He hated the little bitch. Hated him for everything he was, everything he was going to be, everything Hunter could never be again, and most of all, for making Hunter want things he'd never wanted and never noticing.
Well...he was gonna notice. Starting now.
Before Jeff could react, Hunter had him by the upper arm and was dragging him from the club. It never occurred to the young man to protest, instead his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't deny having fantasized about what it would be like with the Cerebral Assassin...he was about to find out.
Once outside the club, the brisk night air stung Jeff's cheeks, flushing them even more as Hunter pulled him along towards the parking lot.
"Hunter...slow down..." Jeff said softy, trotting to keep up with the long strides of the taller man.
Hunter glanced back, saying nothing. God...it really should be a crime for a boy to be so pretty, with his pigtails mussed and loose now from Hunter's hand, lips swollen and cheeks flushed a rosy pink, glitter sparkling under the streetlamps. Unable to resist, Hunter spun Jeff around to press face first against a nearby SUV, pressing his own body against his back, his mouth dipping to trail heatedly along the elegant curve of Jeff's throat, eliciting a soft whimper and moan from the boy.
"I don't think slow is what you want, is it, Jeffy...?" Hunter's voice was a rough velvet swirl in Jeff's ear, sending shivery fingers of sensation down his spine. He couldn't breathe and simply shook his head, arching his hips back to show Hunter his desire.
Then, as quickly as it'd begun, the encounter ended and Jeff was again being pulled along by his upper arm, this time without protest, as eager as Hunter appeared to be.
They reached the back of the parking lot and Hunter pulled out a set of keys, pushing an alarm button and the lights of a big, black Expedition flashed briefly, indicating the alarm had been deactivated. Reaching the vehicle, Hunter opened the passenger door, then, as Jeff moved around to climb in, caught the younger man around the waist, dragging him back against his chest tightly.
Jeff shivered, sinking into Hunter's embrace, tilting his head to offer access to his throat, which Hunter took advantage of, sinking his teeth lightly into the tender, pale flesh just behind Jeff's ear, making him moan low.
It was several seconds before Jeff realized that Hunter's hands were busy elsewhere, rapidly unfastening Jeff's belt and popping the button on his black cargo jeans. Jeff stiffened, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Hunter…maybe we should wait until..."
Hunter growled low and bit the spot behind Jeff's ear harder. "Until what? You teasin' me, boy?"
Jeff felt a shiver of uneasiness. "What? No...but we're in public, Hunter...anyone could..."
Hunter ignored him, lowering Jeff's zipper and reaching one hand inside, fingers curling firmly around the swollen length of Jeff's cock.
Jeff sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering closed as Hunter kneaded him through his boxers, sagging a bit in the strong arms that held him immobile.
Hunter laved his tongue across the sore spot where he'd bitten Jeff, his breath hot and moist in the boy's ear as he fondled him intimately. "You like that? Tell me, baby...tell me now that you wanna wait..."
Jeff shivered, hips unconsciously moving against Hunter's hand. He shook his head, head dropping forward. "No..."
Then, as quick as that, Hunter released him, so suddenly that Jeff's legs nearly buckled beneath him. Jeff looked back at Hunter, confused.
Hunter only smiled, though the smile was chillingly without humor, or so it appeared to Jeff in the dim light of the parking lot. "Get in baby. I'm not gonna fuck you like some trick right here in the parking lot."
Minds reeling from the abrupt and swift change in Hunter's demeanor, Jeff was silent as he climbed into the SUV, watching Hunter circle the front and climb into the driver's seat. Jeff couldn't figure out what was exactly going on as Hunter pulled out onto the street, speeding towards the hotel, which was only a few blocks away.
Hunter said nothing, occasionally tossing sidelong glances Jeff's way, but said not a word. It remained that way as they parked and Hunter pulled Jeff from the car, again dragging him along by the arm, seemingly unaware, or uncaring, that Jeff most likely would have followed eagerly, instead taking no chances that the little bitch would change his mind.
Ignoring the strange looks of the lobby clerk and the two patrons who stood in front of a soda machine, Hunter pulled Jeff towards the elevator, punching the up button.
No sooner had the doors slid shut, than Hunter slammed Jeff against the mirrored back wall, ignoring the little whimper of pain as Jeff's head connected solidly with the glass, dropping his mouth down onto the boy's.
And just like that Jeff forgot about the slight throbbing in his head, focusing instead on the throbbing elsewhere, his hands sliding up to tangle in Hunter's hair briefly before Hunter caught them and snatched them back, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand, continuing to kiss Jeff hard and deep, devouring him, swallowing the silky whimpers and soft moans.
When the ding of the door opening broke the reverie, Jeff slumped back against the wall, trying to catch his breath as Hunter held the doors open, staring silently at him.
A few seconds later, Hunter gave a growl and reached out to grab Jeff's arm, dragging him away from the wall and out of the elevator. Jeff almost smiled, starting to feel like a favorite doll being dragged here and there without protest or comment.
Jeff skidded to a halt as Hunter stopped in front of a door, digging for his cardkey. He leaned against the wall, a seductive smile on his face as he watched Hunter slide the card and open the door. Heated, strangely hooded hazel eyes locked with Jeff's as Hunter turned to face him, arching one brow.
Jeff gave him a wink and a grin and sauntered past him and into the room. He didn't see the cold smile Hunter gave as he shut the door behind them, flipping the lock.
Hunter flipped the lock, turning and leaning casually against the door, eyes locked on Jeff. His trademark smirk curled his hard, sensual mouth as he watched the kid, watched him shift from one foot to the other, emerald eyes growing more unsure as each second passed and Hunter still made no move towards him and said nothing.
Jeff looked at the floor, a small frown wrinkling his brow, then lifted his head, cocking it slightly and letting a small, sexy smile curve his luscious mouth, his elegant hands coming up to catch the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up and over his head, dropping it to the floor.
Hunter's eyes flared for an instant, but he gave no other reaction, just watching.
Jeff's smile grew a bit as he thought he'd figured out the game. Hunter wanted to be seduced...Jeff grinned, beginning a slow, slinking walk towards where the other man leaned against the door. Jeff Hardy could definitely do seduction.
A tiny pout formed on pink, silken lips, emerald eyes gone dark looking up through gold-tipped lashes, swaying slightly towards Hunter as he stood mere inches from him.
"Don't you want me, Hunter...?" His voice smooth and low, any rough edges softened by the honeyed accent that curled his words.
Hunter's brows lifted ever so slightly. "Do you want *me*?" Turning the inquiry back on the boy.
Jeff frowned a bit. "Of course Ah do..."
Hunter pushed away from the door, eyes intense. "Do you? Do you really Jeffrey?"
Unfamiliar with this game, Jeff's answer was halting and more than a little childlike. "Y...yes..."
Hunter advanced on him, and without even being aware of it, Jeff's feet backed up, stumbling against the couch as Hunter stalked him slowly and fluidly. He caught the boy's hand, bringing it to his face, turning so the softness of his inner wrist brushed his lips, savoring the candied smell that seemed to seep from Jeff's pores.
"How badly, Jeffrey? Would you do anything...anything to be with me?" Hunter drew his tongue across the sensitive flesh, feeling the pulse of blood in Jeff's veins there, seeing the younger man's eyes grow hooded and darken further with desire.
Jeff shivered, eyes sinking closed for an instant, then back to stare up at Hunter, licking his lips and drawing the other man's eyes there with hunger. "Anything..." he whispered, a tremor ripping through him at the heat that blazed in Hunter's green/gold gaze at that one word.
It was as if a key had been turned, a cage gate lifted, a leash unhooked...Hunter caught Jeff by the front of his baggy jeans and yanked him close, bending forward over him, forcing the boy to arch back over the back of the couch as Hunter's mouth attacked his.
Jeff ignored the protests of his back as it arched sharply beneath Hunter's assault, lifting one arm to loop over Hunter's shoulder only to have it snatched away and both Jeff's arms caught behind his back, held tight, almost painfully so, against the small of his back.
Hunter squeezed Jeff's wrists tightly as he thrust his tongue into the sugary sweet depths of his mouth, conflict raging through him as he fought the intensity of the desire Jeff raised in him, at the same time almost wishing he could climb into the delicious heaven that was Jeff Hardy and stay there forever, letting the balm of it soothe his soul.
Next thing Jeff knew, Hunter had him turned around, bent face first over the couch, and again Hunter's hand dug into his pigtails, fisting harshly and jerking his torso up sharply. Jeff couldn't help but cry out as the action torqued his lower back, and instantly felt the sting of Hunter's teeth on his bared shoulder, scraping the tender flesh where shoulder met neck.
Jeff shook, breath coming harsh and ragged as Hunter held him still, sharp teeth grazing threateningly across his pulse, nipping. "Hunter...ease up, baby...it hurts..." trying to insinuate a little reason into the intense encounter.
Hunter's response was to tighten his fist in Jeff's hair and sink his teeth into his throat, actually breaking the skin. Jeff yelped, a razor of fear slicing through him.
Hunter chuckled low, dragging his tongue over the small droplets of blood that now smeared the pale column of the boy's throat. "Ease up? Jeffy...I haven't even begun..."
For the first time since Hunter had come up behind him at the club, Jeff tasted fear. Real fear. At first, he wanted to sneer at the thought. Hunter was his friend, co-worker...he wasn't anyone to be afraid of, at least not outside of the ring.
Then, in the next instant, he felt hard, painful fingers slide down the front of his pants and grip his cock. And Jeff finally acknowledged that he was in over his head.
He tried to stay calm, giving a little laugh. "Hey, Hunter...Matty's waitin' for me, Ah don't want him to worry..."
Hunter whipped Jeff around, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What? You think you're leavin', little boy?"
Jeff swallowed hard, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "No...Ah just...Ah thought maybe I better call him, let him know where Ah am. You know Matty..." he tried for a casual chuckle and failed. " Always worryin'..."
Hunter didn't seem to hear him, eyes hard and icy. "You think you're gonna fuckin' pull that teasin' shit at the club and in the parking lot and just now and then just waltz out of here like you didn't promise me somethin' ?"
Jeff was visibly shaking now, unable to help it, as Hunter seemed to have snapped a bit at just the hint that Jeff wanted to leave. "Hunter..." he tried to keep his voice calm but it shook wildly. "Ah didn't promise anythin', Hunter...Ah didn't..."
Hunter silenced him with a vicious backhand across his jaw. Jeff let out a cry, sinking to his knees, cupping his burning cheek and jaw, tears filling his eyes. Oh god...
"The hell you didn't, you little fucking whore!" voice steel-edged with fury. "You been promisin' it for weeks and I'm fucking collecting, period, end of story." Hunter looked down at Jeff in disgust. "Get the fuck up, and quit your cryin'...what are you, 2?"
Jeff rose on shaky legs, staring at the floor, unwilling to meet Hunter's cold eyes and see his own fate in the icy hazel depths.
Hunter sighed in frustration, reaching for Jeff's chin only to have the boy flinch hard and jerk back involuntarily. He growled low and caught his chin, lifting his face to his own, brushing hard lips across trembling, soft ones, tasting the salt of Jeff's tears and the metallic tang of blood where his lip had split a bit.
Jeff held still, allowing the kiss, not that he had much choice, breath coming hard and fast through his nose, eyes wide open.
Hunter pulled back and glared down at him. "Quit it. Fuck...you wanted this 2 minutes ago, you *will* want it now!" Seeming unbothered by the idea of ordering someone to feel desire.
Jeff felt the change and his heart sank, stomach lurching sharply as the kiss grew slow and sensual, Hunter's lips nibbling and tasting, tongue swirling and dancing, luring his own out to dance with it.Jeff bit his lower lip, shaking, risking a glance up. "Hunter...please..."
Hunter snarled, slamming his mouth down on Jeff's again, this time harder and more intensely. When Jeff didn't respond, Hunter fought the rage that swept across his vision in a red haze, forcing himself to calm down. 'The kid's scared...just make him forget he's scared...you can do it, Hunter...' he thought, softening his mouth.
Hunter gave a mental smirk as Jeff's tongue tentatively slid out to touch his, darting back and then forward like a scared rabbit before slowly growing bolder, kissing him back. Triumph rushed through the older man and he pulled Jeff closer, deepening the kiss more each second.
Jeff forgot how to breathe, forgot that this man had hurt him, forgot that he was suppose to be scared of him...forgot everything except the intoxicating taste of him on his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Hunter slid his lips down Jeff's throat, gently soothing the mark where he'd bitten him with his tongue, eliciting shivers from the boy, who sagged against him, lost in the sensuality of the moment.
With a smug grin that Jeff couldn't see, Hunter continued kissing his throat, while his hands slid down and began surreptitiously unfastening the baggy cargo jeans, letting them drop with a rustle to the floor.
His hand cupped Jeff through his boxers, lifting his head to look down at him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the redness where his own hand had struck that soft flesh, cock leaping at the visible sign of his own dominance over this beautiful creature.
His voice was soft as he issued a command. "On your knees, Jeff."
At first, he seemed to not hear him, then emerald eyes opened and met Hunter's own. Hunter arched one brow.
"I said...on your knees." In a voice that, though soft, brooked no disobedience.
Jeff closed his eyes briefly, fear warring with shame, warring with the lingering swell of desire that he couldn't control. He opened his eyes, looking up at Hunter, wordlessly pleading. He couldn't seem to make his legs bend, though under normal circumstances, he was the first to want his mouth on his lover's cock.
Hunter put a hard hand on his shoulder. "Don't make me hurt you, Jeffrey. On. Your. Knees." And applied not so gentle pressure, forcing the younger man to his knees. "Good." He unzipped his fly and pulled out his rigid cock. "Now suck."
Jeff clenched his jaw, not moving for a second, just staring at the beautiful, thick, throbbing cock in front of him and thinking how, under any other circumstances, he would have been drooling at the sight. As it was, he stared at Hunter's arousal like it was a cobra, and as if he'd rather do just about anything rather than obey that soft order.
Hunter's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, tilting his hips forward a bit so the tip, slick with pre-cum, brushed Jeff's pursed lips. The younger man flinched and tried to back away, but Hunter held him there with a fist in his pigtails, sliding the head across his soft lips, coating them until they glistened, then smiled down at the boy, liking the look of those lips shiny and sticky from himself.
Jeff's eyes were clenched shut, his head tilted back and Hunter felt his belly jump in arousal at the combination of fear, anger, lust and helplessness that danced across the kid's beautiful features.
"Jeffrey...open your mouth, Jeff...." soft, cajoling, belying the fierce grip on his hair and the threat of pain that hovered thick in the air.
Jeff's eyes opened and Hunter was surprised, and turned on, to see tears glistening in the jeweled depths. "Please..."
Hunter only grinned, shaking his head. "I only want to hear you beg if you're begging for more, Jeffrey. Now, don't make me tell you again. Open your mouth."
It took several seconds, before Jeff finally did as he was told, soft, pale lips parting. Hunter slid inside with a groan...god! The kid's mouth was like heaven, warm and soft and wet...he couldn't even imagine what it was going to be like to actually fuck him.
Jeff tasted the salty-sweetness of Hunter drag across his tongue and clenched his eyes shut, just concentrating on not choking as Hunter fucked his mouth, not really requiring anything of him but that he kneel there and let him.
Hunter gripped his pigtails, now almost completely undone, using them as reins to pull his head back and forth, groaning. "Fuck...that feels so good, baby...yeah, fuckin' suck it...!"
Jeff clenched his eyes shut tighter and did as he was told, within seconds feeling Hunter tense and then the flood of his essence on Jeff's tongue. On instinct and out of habit, Jeff swallowed, absently noting that the older man tasted sweet, like whipped cream.
Hunter released his hair, and Jeff stumbled back, pressing against the back of the couch, breathing hard. The scent and flavor of Hunter enveloped him and he wiped his mouth repeatedly, trying to scrub it away.
Hunter just chuckled, reaching down to pull Jeff to his feet, ignoring the trembling in the young man's body. Hunter stared down at him, brushing his thumb across the incredibly soft, lush lips that had just brought him such pleasure, smiling slightly.
"Don't be afraid, Jeffrey...trust me, I'm gonna make it so good for you..."
Jeff shivered, hating how his body just blithely betrayed him, how just the simplest touch of Hunter's thumb on his mouth an the sound of his voice lowered i desire could suddenly make him think that maybe it was okay, when it wasn't okay at all.
Hunter took Jeff's hand and led him into the bedroom, shutting the door and leaning back against it, pulling Jeff to press against his front, his hand sinking into the colorful hair, at last stripping the pigtails completely out and allowing the silken, fine strands to cascade in a fall of shining neon purple and pink over his hand.
Hunter let the length drift through his fingers several times, watching it fall, watching it slide like liquid silk, fascinated by the way the color shifted as it flowed, at once purple, then pink, then purple again, literally glowing. Jeff's hair never failed to fascinate him.
Jeff stood very still, not moving, allowing Hunter to admire at his leisure, staring at some spot just beyond Hunter's ear...until a fist clenching in his hair made him yelp and his eyes flew to clash with Hunter's hazel ones.
"Don't fucking ignore me...don't you fuckin' ignore me."
Jeff shook his head as best he could with Hunter tightly gripping his hair. "No...Ah wasn't..."
Hunter curled his lip into a sneer. "The fuck you weren't...I've about fucking had it with you ignoring me, you little bitch. Do you know who the fuck I am?? You don't ignore me, I am NOT gonna let you fucking ignore me!!" His voice growing harder and louder with each word until, on the last, he spun and slammed Jeff hard face-first into the closed door, twisting his hair in his fist, snarling in the kid's ear.
Jeff gave a broken sob, terror gripping him, knowing somehow, he wasn't sure how, he'd managed to do the worst...enrage the Game. And now he was gonna pay for it. Dearly.
Jeff struggled to catch his breath, the weight of Hunter pushing against him making it difficult, as did the fear that clutched his heart. "Ah'm sorry...Hunter, Ah'm sorry...Ah didn't mean..." Struggling to diffuse the situation.
Hunter silenced his protests with a sharp yank of his hair, fingers digging painfully into Jeff's side and scalp. "Shut the fuck up." he hissed, unreasonable fury whipping through him.
Jeff closed his eyes, breathing hard, silent now, waiting. He felt tears scorching his cheeks and hated it, hated that he was so weak and hating that Hunter knew it. But he didn't dare make a move to wipe the tears away, barely daring to breathe as Hunter held him against the door, practically growling in his ear.
Hunter sighed heavily, his breath hot against Jeff's ear. "You know, I was all prepared to seduce you, little boy, all prepared to make it nice for you, to show you that you'd missed out by ignoring me. But you just couldn't let me be nice, could you? You just hadta go and get smart and thinkin' you're too good for me again."
Jeff stared at the ceiling, fear gripping him tighter. Hunter wasn't reasonable, he was completely lost in some imagined slight on Jeff's part, caught up in justifying to himself whatever it was he planned to do next. Jeff bit his lip hard, praying silently to just get through this night...' just let me live,' he prayed, wondering if his mama heard him.
Hunter sighed again, shaking his head. "Stupid bitch.." and brought his fist up at an angle to catch Jeff just below his ribs.
Jeff felt the breath whoosh from his lungs and would have crumpled if Hunter hadn't held him up, pain like lightening flashing along every nerve ending. He opened his mouth to beg him to stop, only to catch a second fist, again below the ribs, this one eliciting an audible *crack* and Jeff literally saw stars, the world going fuzzy around the edges as pain suffused his body.
Hunter took a step back, watching as Jeff slid limply to the floor, curling into a ball there clutching his side, whimpering and unable to draw a full breath.
Hunter gave the crumpled young man a nudge with his toe, smirking when the movement elicited a pained gasp and whimper. "Get up...get up Jeff. Now."
Jeff heard the order and, though shaking with the effort, managed to drag himself to his unsteady feet, swaying slightly and still clutching his ribs.
Again, Jeff made an effort to speak, hoping against hope to talk some sense into his former friend. "Hunter, please...don't do this...please..."
Hunter ignored him as if he hadn't even spoken, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bed, where he shoved him back. Jeff flinched as his injured rib protested, eyes locked on Hunter as he began to undress. Oh god...
Hunter ripped his t-shirt off over his head, throwing it down and unbuttoning his jeans, shucking them down without a pause, cold hazel eyes locked on Jeff, who lay on the bed in just his boxers, visibly shaking, terrified of whatever Hunter had planned...though he had a pretty good idea.
He tried to scramble back as Hunter approached the bed, but the other man easily caught his calves, jerking him back towards him. Jeff gave up hope of talking his way out of this and began to fight, kicking his legs at Hunter's head and body, writhing frantically.
Hunter chuckled at his efforts, simply flipping Jeff onto his belly and pinning his hands at the small of his back, sitting on the boy's legs to still then and, that quickly, Jeff was immobilized and he felt himself go cold. He wasn't going to get out of this...and he was seriously beginning to think that getting out of this alive was a rapidly fading option as well.
Jeff panicked for a moment as, with Hunter's weight pinning him to the bed, combined with what he was sure was at least a cracked rib, he couldn't get a breath, gasping and struggling wildly in vain.
Then, as if sensing what the problem was, Hunter eased up just the slightest so that, while still painful, Jeff could draw shallow, ragged breaths.
Hunter leaned down, dragging his tongue up to dance behind Jeff's ear. "That better, huh? You know, I don't *really* want to hurt you, Jeffy...why are you making me?" He sounded genuinely upset by it, and Jeff shivered, realizing the extent of Hunter's little break with reality.
He tried again to reason with the older man. "Ah'm sorry, Ah am, Hunter...please, let me up, Ah swear...please..."
But again, it was as if he hadn't even spoken, Hunter resuming kissing and licking, though his hands did gentle a bit on Jeff's wrists, and he didn't settle all of his weight on him this time.
Hunter scraped his teeth along the nape of Jeff's neck, tempted by the silky soft flesh, the sweet scent of his shampoo, raspberries, he thought, tongue flicking out to taste the boy there, not at all surprised that, like every other inch of him, the skin was sweet and warm. He had never known a female who tasted or smelled as sweet as Jeff Hardy.
Yet another reason to hate the little bitch, because if he wasn't so damn pretty and so damn soft and so damned delicious, then Hunter wouldn't be in the position he was now in, wanting things he *knew* he shouldn't want, doing things he'd never done before, things he'd always turned his nose up at.
Jeff shivered, eyes squeezing shut as he fought the innate response his body was giving to Hunter's kisses and touches...it shocked him that he could still be aroused when he knew that he was about to be raped...how could his body respond to that?? It might have been different if it were anyone else...but Hunter...Jeff had long lusted after the man, drawn to his over the top macho-ness, that 100% dominant, pure testosterone thing that Jeff, himself, had never mastered.
Not to mention the fact that Hunter had a masculine beauty that was unrivaled...not pretty in anyway, not even really handsome, not traditionally handsome anyway...no, Hunter was raw animal grace, power, and beauty. The fact that it was well known that he was vocally anti-gay and about as straight as they came added a bit of the forbidden to his appeal, which is why Jeff hadn't hesitated when he'd approached him at the club...he couldn't have turned down the object of his desire if he'd tried.
Hunter suddenly gave a low chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest against Jeff's back. "You know, Jeff...I should probably tell you that I've never done anything like this before...fucking a guy, that is. Anything special I should know?"
Jeff said nothing, unable to believe Hunter was making jokes. Then, Jeff turned his head back, resigned. "Lube...lots of lube."
Hunter slid off Jeff's back, reaching down to grasp his lean hips and pull him up and back, so the boy stood bent over the edge of the bed, his sleek body trembling wildly as Hunter stood behind him, his fingertips lightly tracing over the small of Jeff's back and down over the tight, firm curve of his ass.
Hunter couldn't help but marvel at the graceful perfection of the young man before him, from the elegant line of his spine, the pale, smooth warmth of his skin, the sinewy beauty of his strong thighs and calves. Jeff's glowing purple hair fell softly across his shoulders, his head tilted to the side to show the aristocratic profile, the elfin nose and strong, tiger-striped jaw. He was more beautiful than any man had a right to be, and for a brief instant, as a tremor of fear rippled down Jeff's spine, Hunter felt a shard of guilt cut through him, guilt for what he'd already done to this fey creature, and guilt for what he was *going* to do...because he couldn't stop now, no matter the guilt that tore at him as he undid his own pants and withdrew his throbbing, straining cock.
Reaching over into the nightstand for the bottle of lube he always kept handy, even while travelling, Hunter squeezed some of the cool, silky liquid onto his fingertips, rubbing them together lightly to warm it before placing one hand on the small of Jeff's sleek back, while the other, the one with the lube, slid firmly between the taut asscheeks and found the pucker of Jeff's opening. Hunter felt the boy tense, a low whimper escaping lush, pink lips as Hunter first simply massaged the area, then, insistently, pressed one long, thick finger inside.
Jeff stiffened, forehead dropping to the mattress as he struggled to relax, knowing the pain would be less if he wasn't tensed. He took long, deep breaths and soon the discomfort of Hunter's finger eased. He couldn't stop the shaking that shivered through him, but his muscles relaxed enough that, when Hunter insinuated a second finger inside, he barely gasped.
Hunter let out a small groan at the incredible tightness of Jeff's body around his fingers, imagining the heaven of that snug heat enveloping his cock. He pumped his fingers strongly several times, then withdrew them, pausing to slick more lube onto his painfully hard erection before positioning himself.
Jeff couldn't help it, he stiffened sharply at the first touch of the head of Hunter's cock against him. He tried one more time to reason with the man he'd considered a friend. "Hunter...please don't..." tears filling his own eyes as the inevitability of his situation struck him.
Hunter reached down to gently brush the boy's vibrant hair from his flushed cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, Jeff...just relax, relax baby..." and began to press forward, inhaling sharply as the imagined bliss of being inside Jeff became a stunning reality. It was like sliding into a warm, slick, almost painfully tight glove, Jeff's muscles, struggling not to tense, rippling around him, tremors practically vibrating through his victim's body.
Jeff bit his lip hard, a low-pitched whine in his throat as he fought back the scream that wanted out. He tried to breathe, tried to relax around Hunter's huge, invading cock, tried desperately to stop the hot flow of tears down his cheeks, but failed on all accounts. His fingers clenched in the comforter beneath him, whimpering low and constant as Hunter plunged slowly, but unrelentingly, forward.
Hunter closed his eyes as he sank the last few inches into Jeff, his head falling back on a groan as he gripped the boy's hips tightly, holding himself still for a moment to savor the feeling. It was unlike anything he'd ever known...different from a woman, tighter, not as slick, but warmer, scorching him almost. And beyond the physical sensations overwhelming him, Hunter was more intoxicated by his complete and utter dominance over the beautiful boy beneath him, drunk on his own power as he watched and felt Jeff struggling to control his body's natural instinct to fight back. Hunter vaguely hoped the boy would win that fight, he truly didn't want to have to hurt him any more than was necessary.
And then Hunter wasn't capable of thinking, instead gripping Jeff's hips tightly, digging his fingers into soft, sleek flesh as he began to pump, slow and long and deep. He slid one hand up the arched line of Jeff's spine, dragging his fingernails lightly back down and savoring the respondent ripple of the muscles clenching around his cock. Seems the little bitch liked that, so he did it again, gratified by the muffled moan that the younger man couldn't completely stifle.
Hunter bent low over the prone body beneath him, licking lightly at the soft shell of Jeff's ear. "Easy, baby...that feel good? Huh?"
Jeff buried his face in the soft down of the comforter, clenching his eyes tightly shut, refusing to answer the question that Hunter had asked, too ashamed to say what they both knew.
Hunter felt an inexplicable rage surge up within him...he was doing it again, even now the little bitch was ignoring him! Fury shaded his gaze red and he rose up, fingers sliding up to fist harshly in silken rainbow strands, yanking Jeff's head back as Hunter thrust hard forward, dragging a sharp cry of pain from the boy.
"Goddammit...don't you fuckin' ignore me, bitch...answer me!" Each word punctuated by a hard, painful thrust, all semblance of gentleness gone from the massive, heavily-muscled man.
Jeff bit his lip until he tasted his own blood, tears flowing unchecked down his cheeks, sobs wracking his chest as whatever small amount of pleasure he might have felt died a quick and painful death in the sudden, sharp onslaught of real, soul-crushing rape. He couldn't even feel his cracked rib anymore, every nerve in his body focused on the new, fresh, hot pain Hunter inflicted ruthlessly.
His breath came in harsh gasps, a plea on each one, pleas Hunter either didn't hear or didn't acknowledge, his fist hard in Jeff's hair, low, ragged grunts in tempo with each violent thrust. Jeff couldn't catch his breath, sobs shaking him, mind spinning as it tried helplessly to make sense of the pain that was suffusing his body.
Snapped, Hunter was growling expletives in Jeff's ear, teeth scraping harshly against the pale column of the boy's throat, cursing him, cursing himself, cursing the lust he couldn't control as he made Jeff his. He felt strands of vibrant hair come loose, tangling around his fingers, but didn't ease up his grip, instead jerking even harder, for some reason he couldn't explain the pained cries escaping Jeff's lips like a drug, making him crave more.
Hunter's hand suddenly released Jeff's hair, then slid instead around the front of the boy's throat, curling there. Jeff felt it and lost it, struggling wildly, clawing at the strong fingers curling around his neck, terror filling him even though he could, as of yet, still breathe.
"Please...please...don't..." he begged, tears streaking his cheeks as his fingers dug into Hunter's, trying to dislodge them from his throat.
Hunter growled hard, jerking Jeff back sharply, sinking his teeth into the lobe of the boy's ear. "Shut the fuck up, just shut up!"
Jeff gasped, biting his lip hard, shaking so violently now that Hunter cursed low and shoved Jeff's face down into the mattress, holding his hips as he thrust, the trembling throwing off his rhythm.
Hunter threw his head back, eyes clenched shut as he thrust, a low rumble in his chest growing in strength until finally, with an almost inhuman roar, he slammed forward one last time and flooded Jeff's body, holding himself stiff as his cock jerked inside the boy.
It was several long moments before Hunter could move, withdrawing from Jeff and collapsing back onto the bed, ignoring the boy's choked sobs as he slid to the floor, curling in on himself. Hunter closed his eyes, breathing heavily, body limp and drained, a small smile curving his hard mouth.
Jeff slid to the floor, unable to support his own weight when Hunter let him go. He wrapped his arms around his midsection, dry sobs wracking him as he was unable to draw a full breath, the pain in his ribcage now vying for supremacy over the pure agony other places. It seemed every inch of him hurt, some more than others, and he buried his fingers in his hair, clutching it close to the scalp, his mind a cracking fissure as he was forced to face what had just happened.
Hunter sat up, looking down at Jeff's shaking, bruised body curled into the fetal position at his feet. He opened his mouth, then shut it. What would he say? What *did* one say to the person they just raped? He almost laughed at the thought, the aborted sound a sharp, edgy echo in his mind. Instead, he gave Jeff a nudge with his toe, flinching when the boy gave a whimper and scurried a foot or so away.
Jeff lifted his head to look up at Hunter, and the older man felt his stomach clench. Jeff's eyes were wild, the thin line of eyeliner he'd applied now smeared and running down his pale face. His hair was a tangle and hung across his bruised cheek, partially obscuring the whipped puppy look in his pale, emerald eyes. Hunter wanted to wrap the boy in his arms and comfort him, because that was what Jeff inspired, the need to heal him. But...how could he heal the boy, when *he* was the cause of the agony he saw shining so sharply in Jeff's eyes?
Suddenly, Hunter couldn't breathe, and the reality of what he'd done hit him like his own sledgehammer to his gut. "Oh god..." he whispered, eyes sinking closed. When he opened them and looked back down at Jeff, he finally noticed the blood staining the carpet. "Oh god, Jeff...you're hurt...come here.." he reached for him, not surprised when Jeff scrambled further away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
Hunter made to stand up, and Jeff gave a sharp shake of his head, crawling away to curl against the far wall. Fortunately, this move gave Hunter a clear view of the boy and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the blood was from cuts on Jeff's hips where Hunter's nails had broken the skin, *not* from another, more serious, injury, as the older man had feared. Rising to his feet, Hunter took slow, easy steps towards Jeff, cringing inwardly at the stark terror he saw in Jeff's eyes. Though the younger man couldn't back any father away, he pressed himself back against the wall as if praying it would open up and swallow him whole, cowering and shaking violently.
Jeff dug his hands into his hair, curling behind his arms, wishing the old, childhood belief of "I can't see you so you can't see me" were true in this case, never in his life had he ever felt the kind of fear that shot through him, never before had he been so helpless to fight against the thing that threatened him. He prayed it would be over, prayed with everything he had for this nightmare to end before it got worse...if that were possible.
