The couple sat watching the news, when the clip came on about the accident. . The silence that filled their room was worthy of the gravity of the events, but the smirks on their faces was not. Softly the younger of the two tisked shaking his head, "You know I told him a million times not to speed around that corner." The elder of the two chuckled softly and humorlessly. "It's a shame he didn't listen and take the good car like I told him." Two pair of brown eyes locked as the younger turned in his lover's lap their naked bodies brushing together exciting each man. The younger bowed his head letting his lips hover over the elder's teasingly. "That would have been hard since you hid the good car at my house." The elder one leaned up sharply capturing the lips of the other in a biting kiss bruising both their lips before parting. "Well I guess then he should have gotten out of my way shouldn't he? No one stands between me and something I want. Not even one of my VERY BEST FRIENDS!" The elder man put his hands on his chest with mock sincerity.

The younger man shook his head rubbing himself against his dark lover, his eyes glinting with something no good boy should be capable of. "If that's how ya treat on of your best friends… by makin' sure he drives off a fuckin' cliff just cause ya want his boyfriend… then I'd HATE to see how you treat you're enemies!" The elder man moaned softly as the younger expertly heated his blood. "Are you complaining?" Slowly the younger shook his head and lowered his face til he could take the other's lower lip between his teeth biting down hard enough to cover his own lips in blood. Pleasure and pain surged though the elder's body as his hips arched upward seeking the tight warmth of the other. Drawing back slightly the younger man slid back enough to draw the other's legs up so he might place the tip of his cock at the tight entrance he sought. "Beg bitch!" The younger man growled, but before his partner could utter a sound he surged into him and threw his head back with a glorious holler as his lover screamed in pain feeling as though he was being torn in two.

Ruthlessly he gave the elder man no time to adjust and pounded in and out hard enough that his balls slapped loudly against the other man's ass causing them to sting. Painfully he yanked at the other man's cock in something resembling a stroking motion, but more closely looked like he was trying to yank the thing from his lover's body. When each came it was with a primitive scream one more far from the other. As the younger man tried to catch his breath he looked at his lover and smiled. "I ain't complaining a bit." Again the two pair of brown eyes met and almost in unison began laughing softly at first then gradually growing louder until they were almost weeping with laughter.

"Poor Poor Chrissy," Joey tisked wiping the tears from his eyes and Matt nodded solemnly but the twinkling in his eyes didn't match his calm façade. "He never stood a chance."

Three Months Later in the Middle of the Woods

Matt was leaning up against a log with Joey settled in between his legs with his back rested against Matt's chest and the two were watching the sun go down over the trees. Matt leaned his head down to sink his teeth into Joey's ear lobe smiling inwardly when his younger lover shivered. Not sure why, Matt looked up and squinted when he saw someone standing between him and the setting sun. The mysterious person was far enough from him that with the sun glaring behind him Matt was unable to get a clear look at him, but for some reason some alarm was going off in the back of his head telling him he and Joey were in serious danger. The person shook their heads sending what appeared to be braids flying around their face and the build was buffed enough that it looked like…

Matt shook his head then got a pop to the back of it hearing a cry of outrage from Joey, as he bitched because Matt's teeth had still been connected to his ear. Scowling Matt growled at Joey putting the younger man back into his place then turned back to where he'd been looking only to find the mystery person gone. "Goddamnit," Matt cussed aloud getting a sniff from Joey. "Whatchou cussin' 'bout? It's my ear that you fuckin' tried to tear off!" Joey complained and just as Matt was about to explain what had happened a familiar call came from behind him.

"Hulllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooooo," he heard and, shaking his head with a smirk, Matt turned to greet his somewhat dim witted "extreme" younger brother, but gasped when he saw the man next to him. "What the fuck is your problem?" Joey asked as Matt looked wildly from where his brother and his guest were approaching to the opposite site of the camp where he'd thought he'd seen…

Smiling and bouncing Jeff came up with his new friend in tow. About Jeff's height maybe slightly shorter, but definitely bulkier as it was obvious his friend spend more time working on bulking up. His blonde hair had been given long braid extensions and if seen from a distance he would look just like… When Matt heard Joey gasp he turned and snorted. "Now ya understand?" He snapped just as Jeff and his new friend reached them.

Putting on a fake smile Matt extended his arms to pull his little brother into a big embrace watching the other man over Jeff's shoulder. The resemblance was eerie. If it wasn't the middle of the day he might thing he was… "Matty meet Matty!" Jeffy bounced back and giggled introducing his brother to one of the two latest Tough Enough winners. Matt shook the other Matt's hand, but couldn't help the chill that ran over his body as their skin touched. The younger man blushed shyly, but the look in his eye didn't match. It was almost as if he knew…

Matt shook his head for once thankful that his brother was such a fucking moron as he seemed to be apparently clueless and chattered on with Joey missing the underlying tension that seemed to be hovering in the air over the two Matts. "How did you hook up with my brother?" Matt asked quietly and Matty smiled softly glancing over at his boyfriend. "We met at Raw," Matty answered.

"The night Tommy came out to help us, then caned us, Al had me room with Jeff. He said that I would be safest with him. We got to talking and as they say the rest is history. He has been coming to help me train in his off days. I really owe him a lot. He's taught me as much after the show as Al did during it." Matt smiled and hoped the younger man wasn't as observant as he was or else he would know that his next words weren't to be trusted. "My brother is something else that is for sure. I don't know what I'd do without him. He is… definitely the better of the two of us."

Matty nodded faintly hoping that the older man couldn't tell just how much he really hated him. It was hard to believe that an angel like Jeff could be related to such a heartless son of a bitch like Matt Hardy. Then here was that… bitch of his. Joey Matthews was colder than an iceberg in Antarctica. He was also more heartless than a puppy killer. They thought that Matty was young and stupid. They thought that he was innocent and naïve, but they were wrong. Joey should know… should remember… but he didn't just as HE said he wouldn't and in the end THAT would be the thing that enabled the final death blow.

Jeffy bounced over wrapping his arms around Matty's waist and resting his head on Matty's shoulder like a little kid. Joey on the other hand slid to Matt's side like a siren not taking his eyes from the braided blonde wondering why this little doe eyed puppy felt like such a threat. There was something nagging at him, but shaking his head Joey ignored it sure that he was over reacting to some fanciful spook. "Matty I'm hungy," Jeff whined and smiling Matty nodded at the pair watching him and shyly told them how happy he was to meet them before letting Jeff drag him off bouncing ahead of him.

Reaching their camp Jeffy squealed happily smelling the hamburger cooking over the campfire. "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Jeffy cried making the man at the fire look up shaking his head. "I'm STARVIN!" Matty smiled softly watching his lover wondering what God's he'd pleased to find him. At the fire the third man shook his head at Jeff's antics. "You have to be the most brainless person I have ever met." Jeffy stopped his bouncing and stood staring at the grumpy man with a pout on his face. "That ain't nice. I ain't been mean to YOU! Why you gotta be mean to Jeffy?"

"Cause you're a fuckin' MORON!" The other man griped, but Jeffy only frowned. "You better be callin' me one of Shanny's fans an' not stupid!" Jeff hollered. "'Cause I AIN'T!" Matty sighed watching Jeff stomp off to his tent. "Baby I thought you were starvin'?" Matty called and Jeff stopped and turned sniffling as he looked from one man to the other. "Ain't hungry no more. I'm goin to call Shanny. He won't be mean an' call me names all night." Jeffy crawled into the tent he was sharing with Matty then zipped the door up behind him.

Turning Matty looked at the other man frowning unhappily. He'd never understand the dynamics between these people, and certainly didn't like how much they picked on each other and hurt each other's feelings. "That was wrong cuz," Matty said glaring angrily at the man he'd practically grown up with. "He didn't do anything to deserve that. He's turnin' his back on his family for you. Willin' to let us seek our revenge on his BLOOD for you and you fuckin' treat him like a bitch just cause he's sweet and happens to be related to that bastard. If you fuckin' think I'm gonna just sit back and let you hurt him you better fuckin' think AGAIN!"

Matty's cousin cocked his head and sighed. "Come on Matty…" He started, but Matty was having none of it. "NO CUZ! YOU AIN'T FUCKIN TREATIN HIM LIKE THAT! HE AIN'T A GODDAMN BITCH!" Matty raged and his cousin nodded then headed to the tent that Jeff had retreated into. "Jeffy," he called unzipping the door and crawling inside. Zipping the door back up after him he looked to Jeff's bed to see him lying on his stomach sniffling and he knew that the phone call had been a ruse. "I thought you were gonna call Shanny," He asked crawling over to sit at Jeff's shoulder and carefully began rubbing his back. "Wadn't home," Jeff pouted sniffling again as his other tent mate sighed. "Jeffy baby I'm sorry," the man said carefully and Jeff just shrugged. "Don' matter. Everyone is always callin' Jeffy names. Matty done it my whole life why not you too?"

Closing his eyes against the pain the words brought the man rolled this friend over and looked into the teary hazel eyes and felt regret take up residence in his heart. Jeff had done a lot for him and had been a friend for a long time. He knew that he hadn't always been treated right by his older brother and had often been the first one to cry foul when Jeffy's feelings were sacrificed. Reaching down he gently brushed a multicolored lock of hair off Jeff's face then leaning down placed a carefully tender kiss on the pouting lips. "I'm sorry baby," he whispered. "I didn't mean it. Let me make it up to you." The happy smile on Jeff's face made him warm inside and set about determined to make up for the pain he'd caused.

Watching Jeff undress as he did the same, he wondered like his cousin what he'd done to earn someone so sweet and loving. The last year had been hell. He'd learned that his longtime boyfriend was cheating on him with one of their best friends. He'd found it harder and harder to get a job in his chosen field and then a month ago when he realized that his boyfriend and friend were planning on killing him… the bottom dropped out of his world. He hadn't known where to go that terrible day and on pure instinct had found his way to his cousin's house in New York. What he hadn't expected was Jeff to be there with him.

The brother of the man who'd tried to kill him and stolen his boyfriend hadn't been his first choice of companionship at that moment, but Jeff soon proved that he was exactly what the physically and emotionally battered man needed. Quickly and easily Jeff had worked his way into his heart and now he couldn't imagine what he'd though when he'd look at Joey as his forever. Not only had Jeffy opened his eyes to how marvelous and wonderful Hardy Love could be, but he showed him the courage to admit that his cousin had always been someone he'd wanted to spend his life with. Somehow the three of them had formed a bond tighter than anything even the Gods in heaven could create, but both he and Matty knew it was Jeffy that held their little threesome together.

Caught in his thoughts he startled slightly when Jeff's lips began to make their way across his bare shoulder, but by the time they reached his neck the braided blonde was moaning softly longing for more. Remembering that it was he that was supposed to be making up to Jeff he turned and locked his lips onto Jeff's sinking his finders into the fragile skin on Jeff's back knowing that there would be marks left there later, something that neither of them would mind.

Soft and gentle wasn't Jeff's preferred method of love making and since it was him that was here to be pleased any thoughts of such things were thrown out the window. In a haze of raking fingernails and biting teeth he loved his Hardy Boy the best way he knew how. Growling and screaming worthy of any wild animal in the woods could be heard emanating from the canvas home. When the last triumphant howl came from the tent the lone man left sitting at the fire smiled happy that his lovers had made up once again.

Matty peeked his head in a couple hours later and giggled at the sight of his cousin cuddled in Jeffy's arms. "Hey you two lazy bums we gonna do this or what?" Jeff raised his head up slightly from the pillow and sleepy blonde next to him raised his head and frowned with confusion. "Ain't time yet, Matty." Shaking his head and giggling Matty stepped aside from the opening and revealed the darkness of the night then stepped back. "How much darker ya want it doofus?" His cousin just smiled sheepishly and buried his face in Jeff's shoulder. "Oh," was his only reply. Jeff on the outer hand chuckled and shooed Matty away promising that they would be out shortly. Finally as the three stood at their dwindling fire talking over their strategy one last time, Jeff looked off towards the direction of his brother's camp and smiled knowing that son he wouldn't have to worry about his betrayals any longer.

At the other camp Matt and Joey were sitting quietly watching their fire burn neither speaking as the haunting image from earlier was still at the front of each their minds. Staring intently at the fire although not really seeing it, Joey didn't immediately hear the soft call from the woods beyond the fire. As if coming out of a dream Joey jerked his head up and finally heard the soft cry of his name echoing through the woods from beyond the fire. At first Joey was frightened, but soon grew angry assuming that someone was fucking with his head. "Ain't nobody gonna play with me." Turning Joey reached behind Matt and took the long hunting knife from the log. "Fuckin' li'l pretty boys are gonna find out what happens when you mess with me."

Standing Joey ran around the fire and just as he was about to disappear into the woods Matt called out to him. "Do what you want to that Tough Enough brat, but leave Jeff the fuck alone. Daddy'll kick my ass if he gets hurt." Nodding reluctantly Joey ran off into the woods in search of a braided haired bitch. At first it was hard to decipher which direction it was coming from, but then the fool let himself be seen in the dark distance and suddenly Joey didn't need sound to track his prey.

Back at the camp Matt shook his head at his hotheaded young lover and just hoped that he didn't leave too big a mess for Matt to clean up in the morning. "With my luck the stupid little bitch will get lost," Matt muttered to himself. "Is that all he is to you Matty… a bitch?" Matt stood and looked around wildly as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew that voice and thought he'd never hear it again. "Chrissy?" Matt called wondering what in the fuck was going on. "You steal the love of my life and kill me and you don't have any more respect for him than to call him a bitch?" Matt's head whipped around searching the camp wondering why he couldn't figure out where the voce was coming from.

"You never were one for ghost stories Matty," the specter called chuckling darkly, "and now here you are in one of your very own." Matt couldn't help but tremble bit his lip praying he didn't pee himself as the tears streamed down his face. "Boo bitch," Matt heard someone whisper in his ear and without turning to look screamed at the top of his lungs and took off running.

Running and stumbling through the woods his race was much different than his lover's. Joey was on a race for vengeance, while Matt was simply in a race for his life. No matter how fast he ran Matt couldn't seem to outrun the ghost calling his name. If he stopped to think about it for a second he would realize that Chrissy had never been as fast a runner as he was, but as he was in fear for his life thinking, which was never his strong point anyway, was the last thing he was able to do at that moment.

Joey on the other hand was growing increasingly agitated that he couldn't catch Jeffy's little bitch. Every once in a while he would get close enough to see the blonde braids pulled back in a pony tail, but then in a burst of speed the other man would take off in front of him. The knife clutched tightly in his hand Joey plotted everything he would do to the bitch once he got a hold of him until he had worked himself into such a state that the only thing he knew was the bitch he was chasing. Neither man realized that they were being led in a circle towards each other until it was too late.

Briefly Matty disappeared from Joey's sight and growling and screaming for blood Joey dug down deep and found one last burst of speed. Running into a clearing Joey spotted the braided blonde standing with his back to him looking at something. Not stopping to think or wonder why the fool had stopped running Joey charged towards him. Raising his arm Joey send the hunting knife downward in a deadly arch only to have him turn at the last moment. The sight of his dead lover was enough to startle him, but not enough to stop the inevitable. At the last second Chrissy stepped aside revealing the man he'd been staring at.

Matt's mad dash through the woods pushed his brain past sanity into the realms of mindless fear. Not sure how or why this was happening, all Matt knew was that he couldn't seem to be able to outrun this ghost. He was so scared that he didn't immediately realize that he could no longer hear that ghost behind him. Stumbling into a clearing Matt tripped over a dip in the earth. Picking himself up his first instinct was to run again madly until he realized that he didn't hear that shost anymore. His heart almost pounding out of his chest Matt brushed himself off, only to look into the eyes of his dead friend.

"Boo bitch," Chrissy whispered and Matt was paralyzed with fear. He didn't hear Jeff run into the clearing giggling. Didn't hear Matty slip in behind Chrissy or even Joey charge in screaming, all he heard and saw was the dead man standing in front of him. "Chrissy I…" Matt started to plead, but stopped knowing there was nothing he could say to save his life. When Chrissy turned at the last second and then stepped away, Matt's terrorized brain was too frozen with fear to see the chance for escape. The last thing he would see in his life was Joey's knife heading toward him and the look of surprise on his lover's face knowing he was about to kill him.

As the sun came up Matty brushed off his pants and looked over at his cousin Chrissy and smiled seeing him finishing the last knot which would bind Joey to the wooden stakes. Matt, long since bound, was lying near death if not already there. "Chrissy you sure the animals will take care of the rest? I mean to animals REALLY eat people?"

Chrissy came over smiling at his cousin, "Trust me here an animal isn't going to be picky who he eats, but with the deer blood and piss poured over them they won't even think twice about it. All anyone will ever find of Matt Hardy and Joey Matthews will be there bones some day and by then no one will ever care." Nodding the two cousins took hands and turning made their way through the woods on the long trek back to their camp. Jeff, who had left long ago, hopefully had breakfast made. Knowing someone was killing his brother and not stopping it was a lot different than actually watching them putting the final blows on his life and had begged his lovers to let him leave.

Understanding the bond of blood the cousins had agreed and now were eager to get back to their lover and hopefully their future. The three of them would create a lot of happy memories together in their lives, but never one as brutal or satisfying as their trip to the great outdoors.

The End!

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