Chapter 2

With shaking hands Tommy put the key card into the slot on his hotel room door and prayed that the little light turned green before he dissolved into a nervous puddle on the floor on front of Raven's feet. Being the kind of person that he was Raven has taken a position next to the door leaning against the wall. His eyes trained on Tommy's face and the arrogant smirk on his face did nothing but increase Tommy's insecurities at that moment.

Most people would call him a dork for being nervous, after all he'd only been with Raven hundreds of times over the years and should be used to his ways. The thing that anyone who had never been with Raven more than a handful of times didn't understand was that Raven wasn't the kind of guy that you got used to. Every encounter brought a new adventure, a new torture, a new method of pain. That… continuous uncertainty wasn't something you could just "get used to"… maybe if you were Tommy Dreamer it could be accomplished, but when you were plunged into the depths of the raven's nest and your name was Thomas Laughlin that wasn't such an easy task.

Once in ECW when he'd been training Matthews and York, the young pups had walked in on one of his… foreplay session with Raven. After his welcomed tormentor had left, the babies in all their giggling naiveté had asked how someone like Tommy Dreamer who was such a hardcore legend, be such a quivering mess of what they perceived as fear and helplessness after nothing more than a teasing from Raven.

Jim, who had walked in behind them explained in all of his normal tactlessness and frankness that they were motherfucking morons and if they were too stupid to understand what they had just seen then they should keep their juvenile mouths shut. Christian in all of his predictability had lost his temper saying that just because they didn't understand why their mentor has suddenly turned from a hardcore bad ass into a sniveling coward didn't mean that Jim had the right to treat them like they were snot nosed babies.

Jim had smiled that smile that appeared unthreatening until he shoved his fist down your throat then also predictably picked Christian up and shoved him into a nearby wall. "Look you motherfucking little arrogant retard, if you don't understand that you ain't looking at Tommy Dreamer, but Thomas Laughlin then you don't DESERVE to be treated like anything but a snot nosed baby."

Strangely enough it had been Joey, the younger of the two and most innocent, that had understood and taken his hand in an attempt at reassurance. Of course the fact that a child was giving him comfort hadn't done anything but make Jim curse again until Tommy threw him out in order to avoid a fight between him and Joey's faithful protector Christian.

Raven cleared his throat, jerking Tommy back to reality and in his confusion; he looked at his tormentor blankly. "The light isn't going to turn any greener Thomas. I think it is safe to open the door. That is unless you think that it is booby trapped and in that case let's go get Psycho Stevie and let HIM open the door first." Tommy blushed and as he opened the door and turned on the room's light. Immediately he found himself pushed face first into the wall. "You have been bad Thomas," Raven purred. "I think it is time I reminded you of your place don't you?"

Tommy nodded silently, remembering all too well the rules of this game he was about to play. Raven chuckled. "Good boy, Thomas," he said softly, the gentleness of his voice belying the actions that were about to take place. Raven felt Tommy relax a bit and sighed, shaking his head.

"Perhaps this reminder is far more overdue than I realized," Raven said. He trailed his finger down the side of Tommy's face, gently caressing the skin there. Moving down to his neck, Raven's fingers dug into the soft flesh there, scratching down to Tommy's shoulder. Tommy hissed in a sharp breath at the stinging pain.

Raven moved behind him, wrapping his arms around Tommy's waist. His hands slid under the thin fabric of Tommy's shirt, lightly raking the skin of Tommy's stomach. Tommy felt Raven's breath hot in his ear. "Thomas," he whispered. A slight move of his head let Raven know that he indeed had a captive audience.

Raven pressed his groin into the cleft of Tommy's ass, slowly rubbing against him, as he removed his hands from under Tommy's shirt. Reaching up, he grabbed the collar of the t-shirt and ripped it apart. Tommy gasped and arched his back, pressing his body into Raven's. "Patience, Thomas," he said as his nails raked down Tommy's chest, leaving bright red scratches in their wake.

Tommy moaned as Raven stepped back and pulled the tattered garment from his body. Raven tossed it aside, then placed soft kisses on Tommy's upper back and shoulders. Tommy stood there, wanting to turn and wrap his arms around Raven, wanting to kiss him, touch him, hold him. But, Tommy knew that this was not an encounter of love, and love was not what either man was after.

Tommy moaned in pain as Raven's teeth sank into the tender flesh at the base of Tommy's neck. Strong fingers dug painfully into his hips, not allowing him to move, as Raven licked the droplets of blood from the mark he had just made. He stepped back, pulling Tommy with him, before shoving him hard, Tommy's face slamming back into the wall.

Raven reached up and grabbed the top of Tommy's head, a difficult job with the amount of hair Tommy had. Turning Tommy around, Raven noted with a slight smile that the side of his face was turning a pale red. Tommy looked at him, a bit dazed from the impact, and smiled. Raven drew back his hand and slapped Tommy across the cheek, causing his head to loll to the side.

Holding tightly to the back of Tommy's neck, Raven walked toward the bed, dragging Tommy with him. Raven sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots, trying to hide a smile as Tommy stood there, motionless, awaiting his instructions. Raven stood and grabbed Tommy's head again, forcing him to his knees.

"I believe you know what to do, Thomas," Raven said. Tommy nodded, then reached up, undoing buttons and zippers as Raven watched him. Tommy couldn't read the expression on Raven's face as he pulled his pants down over Raven's hips and to his ankles. Raising one foot then the other, Raven steadied himself with his hand on Tommy's head as his pants were removed and carefully laid on the bed. Raven removed his shirt and handed that to Tommy as well.

Still on his knees, Tommy crawled back to his position in front of Raven, head bowed. Raven reached down and stroked the side of Tommy's face before grabbing his head and forcing it to his swollen cock. Tommy opened his mouth, then looked up. "Can I suck you?" he asked Raven. Raven's hand cracked against his cheek again. The impact of the blow caused the inner tissue of Tommy's mouth the split against his teeth and he felt the blood trickling slowly down the inside of his cheek.

"Do it well, and I may reward you, Thomas," Raven said as he shoved his erection into Tommy's bloody mouth. He felt the warm fluid flowing against the head of his cock in Tommy's mouth and he leaned his head back, moaning. Tommy sucked the head slowly, swirling his tongue around before he practically inhaled Raven's swollen cock, sucking as hard as he could. The suction Tommy was creating caused his cheek to bleed even more, and the mixture of his own blood and the fluid leaking from Raven was enough to make him moan.

Raven allowed him that one moment of pleasure before he withdrew his erection from Tommy's mouth and slapped him again. Looking down at Tommy, Raven said, "Undress." Tommy scrambled to his feet, kicking his shoes off and quickly removing his jeans. He hated himself for needing this, but loved Raven for giving it to him.

Tommy stood in front of him again, hands behind his back. Raven shook his head, looking down at the pile of clothes and shoes on the floor. He stepped forward and ran his fingers seductively down Tommy's arm, the intimate gesture causing Tommy's flesh to prickle. Raven gently took his hand, then twisted Tommy's arm up behind his back, causing Tommy to scream in pain.

Raven forced him to bend over, gripping Tommy's wrist tightly. "Haven't I told you about neatness, Thomas?" he asked. Tommy nodded as he reached for his own jeans and picked them up. Raven eased his grip, allowing Tommy to stand and place his pants on the bed next to Raven's. Tommy then bent over and grabbed his shoes, placing them neatly next to the bed.

When he stood again, Tommy felt Raven's hand caressing the small of his back. He smiled briefly at the gentle contact, knowing what would come next. Raven didn't disappoint him, as he ran his hand around his waist, dropping down and grabbing Tommy's erection with his hand. "I do believe you are enjoying this," Raven said. Tommy nodded, causing Raven to squeeze his cock painfully, jerking it hard and fast.

Raven tisked in his ear again. "Thomas, Thomas," he said, slowly turning Tommy around. Raven smiled at him before leaning down and taking one of Tommy's hardened nipples into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue before biting into the sensitive flesh. Tommy cried out in pain as Raven sucked the burning bud between his teeth, causing him to bleed once again.

Raven licked a few stray droplets of blood from Tommy's chest before turning to the bed and removing the leather belt from his pants. Tommy stood still, waiting for Raven to tell him what to do. Raven looked toward the empty bed. "Lie down, Thomas," he said, his voice even. Tommy scrambled to the bed, lying face down. "Put your hands above your head and don't move," Raven instructed.

Tommy did as he was told. He could hear the flat tone of Raven's voice, knowing he was going back to that place in his mind, the place where Scotty no longer existed. The first blow from the leather strap landed squarely on Tommy's back, an angry red welt forming across his shoulder blades. He didn't make a sound.

Tommy heard Raven's growl of frustration and knew what was coming next. Raven's methods were anything but predictable, but Tommy could usually gauge the severity of his punishment by the response his old friend had. Raven had expected Tommy to cry out, and when he failed to utter even a tiny moan, it had angered him.

The belt rained down on Tommy's pale skin, peppering his back and legs with red marks. He was going to hurt like hell in the morning, but now Tommy was beyond caring. He began to cry out, begging Raven to stop. This only spurred Raven on, causing him to repeatedly snap his belt onto Tommy's skin. The sight of Tommy, his skin swollen and bloody, writhing on the bed excited Raven immensely.

When Tommy's moans became sobs, Raven tossed the belt aside and climbed onto the bed, running his fingers across the bloody welts on Tommy's back. He leaned down and licked random spots, soothing them, then alternated by nipping at a few open wounds, causing Tommy to wince in pain.

Raven licked a trail down Tommy's back, his saliva mixing with the blood and sweat there. He roughly massaged the skin on Tommy's ass before licking a trail from his tailbone to Tommy's entrance. Tommy's hips arched off the bed, partly to relieve the pressure on his engorged cock, and partly to allow Raven access to his most private parts. Raven smiled as he ran his tongue around the small hole, then plunged it inside, past the tight muscles.

He squeezed Tommy's ass harder as he fucked him with his tongue. Tommy was moaning, his hips involuntarily pumping backward, trying to get more from the incredible sensations Raven's tongue was causing. Tommy sobbed when he felt Raven remove his tongue. Behind him, Raven grinned evilly. "Something wrong, Thomas?" he asked, his fingers rubbing softly over Tommy's entrance.

"I…I want…" Tommy said, horrified to find his voice cracking with need. "You want what?" Raven asked, knowing fully well the answer. Tommy shook his head, clearing it, then said, "I want you to fuck me." Raven smiled. "And how do we get what we want, Thomas?" he asked. Tommy knew there were two ways to answer the question asked of him. He could provide Raven with the proper response and get what he needed, or he could be flippant - and get what he wanted.

"Um, you put your dick in my ass?" Tommy said, a small smirk on his face. Raven growled, then raked his nails down Tommy's back, opening new wounds along with the freshly made ones. He hissed in pain as he felt Raven's fingers plunge into his ass totally unprepared. Without the belt handy, Raven had to settle for slapping his sweaty hand across Tommy's raw flesh, causing more moans and cries to escape his lover's mouth.

Raven roughly spread Tommy's legs, pushing his hips down on the bed. Tommy knew it would hurt…it would hurt like hell. And that was exactly what he wanted. He felt Raven remove his fingers, then plunge his hard cock deep into his ass with one hard thrust. The pain was exquisite and excruciating at the same time.

Tommy screamed as Raven plunged in deeper, harder, faster. Tommy's cock was throbbing, aching for release. He wanted Raven to stroke him, but didn't dare ask. As if reading his mind, Raven wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist, bringing his hips off the bed. He reached for Tommy's erection and stroked it painfully, tightening his grip with each stroke.

Tommy bent his legs, resting on his knees so that both of Raven's hands were free. Raven's other hand slid painfully down his back, clawing and digging into his flesh. Tommy cried out in pain, his voice a low wail. "Harder, Scotty!" he called out. Behind him, Raven hesitated for a moment. Scotty. He wasn't Scotty - he was Raven.

Closing his eyes, he tried to clear his head, focusing on the task at hand, so to speak. He pounded away at Tommy's ass, thrusting deeper. He quickened his pace on Tommy's cock, wanting to hear him scream in pleasure and agony. Raven felt Tommy's balls tighten, knowing he would soon find his release. He bit into the top of Tommy's shoulder as he came and Tommy screamed as he exploded all over Raven's hand.

When Raven rolled off the bed and paced away to the bathroom then over to the window Tommy sighed then smiled slightly remembering the old days. "You know Rave back in the old days you'd be smoking now."

Raven snorted and turning his head smiled as he looked at Tommy. "This ain't the old days," he observed and Tommy nodded in agreement. "Maybe not, but you still can't remain in bed for more than two seconds after sex… no matter how much things change some things really do never change."

Raven nodded in agreement, but didn't respond otherwise turning back to stare out the window. "It used to drive Stephen nuts. He'd tell me it wasn't the sex and drugs that was gonna kill him someday, it was the contact depravation."

"Raven no offense, but you can't drive someone nuts that is already there," Tommy commented and Raven snorted again sadly, but again didn't respond. "Do you ever miss being with Stevie?" Raven remained quiet for a long time and, just when Tommy thought he wasn't going to answer, he responded.

"Sometimes… when it's dark and I don't have someone near. Usually it's an off day and I'm alone and stuck in some hotel or wandering around my house all by myself. But I miss having his… presence not really him. Stevie and I were a relationship based on need. He needed to be hurt and I needed to inflict hurt on him on me on anyone that would let me. The problem is that one day I woke up and I was tired of hurting… and Stevie still needed it. I can't do that anymore."

"You realize that Nash may kill him if he hurts Jeff," Tommy pointed out and Raven nodded. "I am not Stephen's guardian anymore. I am too old and too tired to be the babysitter and nursemaid that he needs." This time it was Tommy's turn to snort as he thought of the rainbow colored sprite that ran around the backstage that he knew Raven was now in love with. "And you think Jeff Hardy doesn't?"

Raven sighed and gritted his teeth wanting to be calm when he responded. He'd known Tommy long enough to know that verbal abuse after sex wasn't something he could take well… especially not from Raven. "Jeff Hardy isn't the brainless little twink that everyone thinks that he is. Just because he dyes his hair and paints his fingernails doesn't mean he is vain. Just because he likes jumping off of things doesn't mean that he is a pain freak. Just because he doesn't look at the world like we do doesn't mean that he is simpleminded. I think that Jeff Hardy is not only intelligent, but highly capable of taking care of himself."

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, so he lets his brother do it just for shits and giggles," Tommy snickered as he got up and walked to the bathroom to wash up. Irritated Raven followed leaning against the doorjam and watched Tommy clean himself. Again Raven had to refrain from hurting Tommy's feeling with his barbwire tongue as he watched his young friend bathe out of the sink.

"There is a difference between not being able to take care of yourself and liking having others do it for you Thomas. Stephen Richards is incapable of taking care of himself physically, mentally, and emotionally. Jeff Hardy LIKES having someone take care of his needs, but is absolutely capable of doing for himself when needed." Tommy thought about this and finally nodded understanding the differences. "You are really sure Jeff isn't like Stevie ain't ya?"

"Yes Thomas I am," Raven replied sighing. "Jeffrey is… every sane thing Stephen isn't. He's beauty and love. He's childlike and mature at the same time. He looks at the world and sees the good things then wonders how to change the bad ones. When I look at him…."

"What?" Tommy prompted when he finally decided that Raven wasn't going to respond. Instead of responding Raven turned and made his way to the unused bed and pulling back the covers laid down on his back. Hesitantly Tommy shut out the lights and opened the window needing the fresh air to sleep and knew his friend wouldn't mind. Slowly he crept across the room to stand at the end of Raven's bed until a hand snuck out from under the covers and patted the sheets next to Raven. Quickly Tommy flew under the covers rolling onto his side where he watched Raven staring at the ceiling as if he thought all his answers would appear there.

After several long moments Tommy turned his back to Raven and was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard Raven whisper softly finally responding. "When I look at Jeffry I see my only hope for life." Sighing Tommy prayed that things would work out for his friend.

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