*Narrated by Matt Hardy-

I don't really know when it all started. I just remember waking up one night in a cold sweat after having dreams of his hot hands all over my naked body and hearing the voice of my lover asking me repeatedly if I was o.k. Hell no I wasn't o.k....

I'm a fucking mess! My lover. It was so simple *when* that happened but now all that seemed so long ago. Now all I have is this sick twisted obsession... not that most people wouldn't feel that I'm a sick fuck anyway...And did I mention that my lover just happens to be my younger brother? No, probably not. But this..."whatever" you want to call it...is some pretty sick shit even by my standard of thinking.

Edge. Even his name gives me a raging hard-on like you wouldn't believe. Edge. He wants my lover. I want him. And somewhere in all this is Gangrel...Who I also think wants Edge. Everybody does. Payton fucking place with a harsh twist of Dark Shadows thrown in the mix. These guys are fucking vampires...Well not vampires in the same meaning as Bella Lugosi but the modern day shit....Which in my humble opinion is a hell of a lot worse than any black and white "B" flick from the twenties.

The Brood. They drink Blood. Play at night and have Blood baths. And Edge is so damn erotic that I damn near cum just being in the same arena as he is in and he wants Jeff. He makes no bones about it....except maybe the bone in those tight leather pants that look like he painted them on. I fucking hate being jealous of Jeff but I am...Hell yeah, I am. And why you might ask? Because Edge wants Jeff...I want Edge...and Jeff loves me like none other. I am pond scum. Lower then pond scum. I'm the stuff under the pond scum I know this....but I still want him and he knows.

Hell I am positive he knows it. They all do....and that leaves me where you might ask? Right here where I am....My hands are shaking like a fucking school girl. I am shaking like a fucking school girl. Setting here on this wooden bench trying like hell to convince myself that I can do this with those three sets of dark forbidden eyes boring into me...With Edge looking at me...Gangrel is walking behind me causing me to repeatedly look over my shoulder. Quite frankly the bastard freaks me out. Christian is setting at Edge's feet across the small locker room from me; While Edge runs his fingers through that long blond hair of his. Christian is wrapped around his leg like a cheap leg warmer. He doesn't look at anyone or speak to anyone...Just sets there on the floor and lets Edge fucking "pet" him. What a lucky bastard. That's when I knew that there must be something about brothers in this "business". Those two are Close... as in the meaning of "Me and Jeff close."

Edge and Christian. I actually believe that their bond is even stronger then the one Jeff and I share and that's just damn fucking eerie as hell. There are times when I see the way they look at each other and I think...No, I know....they are talking to each other without words and not just those occasional times when you know what another person is thinking, they are fucking *Talking* to one another...in the other's mind. Freaky shit man...Damn freaky shit!

"What do you want Matthew?" Edge's sensuous voice taunts me, caresses my skin, fills my dreams and the way he speaks my name. I watch his long fingers for a moment as they stroke through thick masses of silken blond tresses and I silently curse my black hair. I clear my throat before I speak, praying to God...or whoever...to listen to me just this one time. "I should be asking you that, Edge. I see the way you look at my brother. The way you openly covet him. What do You want, Edge? Jeff?" My chin tilts upward in stubborn defiant Hardy pride. Refusal to be weakened by those incredible eyes of his. I watch as his tongue slides over the most sensuously pouty pair of lips I have ever seen and think for a moment what it would be like to run my own tongue over those lips. To dampen them with my spit. What the hell am I thinking? He does this on purpose....Distracts me....averting my thoughts to his body. Damn it! I am so fucking hard right now that I just want to grab him and tear his clothes off him and just fuck the hell out of him. Fuck him until there is no longer Matt and Edge...until we are one entity....To make him mine. I turn my attention again to glance over my shoulder at Gangrel. My body jolts as I jump up from the bench where I was setting, when I turn to find him standing directly in front of me. Gangrel laughs behind me as I damn near tumble backwards over the fucking hard bench that slams into the back of my knees. I quickly regain my balance as my eyes focus on Christian who still sets where Edge "put" him.

"I don't answer questions, Matthew. I ask them. You answer them. Understood." I nod agreeingly like an idiot although it was not actually meant to be a question and again I hear Gangrel's laughter behind me. "What do you want, Matthew?" He asks again as his long, lean fingers play with the end of my hair. Now it's Christian's turn to lick his lips...the lips Edge has no doubt dampened with savage hard kisses.

I need to pull myself together...to stop thinking of him in lines of sexuality, but is there any other way to think of Edge? Not for me in these past few weeks!

Weeks....It's been weeks since Jeff's Blood bath....Weeks since I saw the way Edge stroked his tongue over Jeff's bare chest at the house show in Michigan and I now know that's when the dreams started...after that house show. After the Blood bath. Edge Vs. Jeff Hardy. I was in the back when the lights went out during the middle of the match. When the lights went up. Jeff was lying in the middle of the ring covered with blood and Edge was hovering seductively over him. Taunting him with his whispered words. His tongue smoothing over Jeff's ear, and for weeks after that Jeff has been far too quiet. I saw the response Edge brought forth from Jeff that night, and I knew then and there that Jeff wanted Edge as much as Edge wanted him...his defenses were weakening fast and that quite frankly scares the fucking hell out of me!

Edge had been "Pursuing" Jeff ruthlessly for months before that match. Behind the scenes, of course. Touching him almost too subtly to notice but I noticed and Jeff noticed. There were times that Edge would whisper in his ear during a match or step close behind him after the match to whisper something. When I questioned Jeff about what Edge had said, he would tell me "Nothing really" but I knew better.

Jeff had been changing since then. Becoming quieter. Darker. Writing his poetry. Poems for Edge. And jealousy rears it's ugly head....I hate myself for this damn petty jealousy.

"I want you to leave Jeff alone." I begin "I'll make a deal with you." I swallow hard as the words come from me. Edge looks at Gangrel, who has ceased his pacing behind me. I look over at Christian, who is...of course...looking up at Edge. I feel him twist the end of my hair tightly around his long fingers.

"A deal? You have a deal for me? And what possibly do you have, other than Jeff, that you think I might want?" That voice taunted at me again. His yellowish-green eyes glowing like a powerful cat ready to pounce on it's kill. My entire body is shaking as he moves, unbelievably, closer to me. His smells like nothing I have ever smelled before...an enticing mixture of musky cologne, heat, sex, and blood.

My head is spinning so damn fast that heat is swarming over me, through me, pooling in my hard, erect groin. His knee moves provocatively up my inner thigh, rubbing over my cock. "I see." He smiles wickidly "Is that what you have to offer? Let's have a look and see if it's worth my while."

And with those words I feel three sets of hands stripping me as I stand there dumb-founded. Gangrel is behind me. Edge is in front of me and Christian has done the most fucking sexy crawling movement towards me...next to Edge...Where he still remains on his knees in front of me. He's damn beautiful in his own right, there on his knees. Holy shit. Their hands are hot against my flesh. Their lips caress my bared flesh. Sharp teeth nipping at my skin and I am fucking lost to the whole entire world around me. "Nice." I hear Edge murmur when I am at last standing totally naked in front of their harsh eyes. "Damn nice." Gangrel agrees. Apparently Christian agrees as his tongue smooths over my hard cock. I see Edge rubbing his own hardened cock approvingly against the back of Christian's neck and shoulders as their hands smooth over my skin. There is little to no choice in the matter for me but to submit to them and I *allow* Christian to suck unmercifully on my cock. I watch as he licks the base up and down like a damn lollipop before he pulls the whole length of it into his mouth. My body shudders as I watch it disappear past his parted lips. I feel Gangrel's mouth on my ass, his tongue reaming my asshole expertly.

"Oh...My fucking god!" I murmur softly as Edge's fingers run up and down my chest and stomach.

"Come with us, Matthew. Come play with us." Edge whispers against the hallow of my throat as I feel his teeth scrape over my collarbone, drawing the first taste of blood for the night. "Bleed for me, Matthew." He taunts with husky whispered caresses as my fingers delve into the thickness of his golden, haloed hair.

I am tied to a bed. He is over me. Christian is at the end of the bed. My clothes were long ago removed...again...and Edge is running his tongue over every last ounce of skin on my body. "Spit bath" is what he refers to this pleasure of the flesh. I just call it pure fucking bliss. "You taste soooo damn good, Matthew." Edge careens deeply. "Come taste this, Christian." After those words they are both licking at me.

"Oh Dear God in the heaven's...." I moan as their tongues stroke over my thighs, meeting in the middle of my parted legs with their tongues entwining around the others. Sharing my taste, their own taste, and even though I am laid out like a human smorgasbord I am insanely jealous of their shared looks, their touches, their kisses over me. Edge's fingers are in my ass while Christian kneads at my sac. I feel my balls tighten, filling with sperm as Christian does that thing again with his mouth and my cock. Edge and I both watch as he swirls his tongue erotically over the tip, licking the cum off the head, then moves down the base. Edge's tongue on the other side. I hear my own guttural cries escape my parted lips as I writhe beneath their on-slaught of my flesh.

Gangrel...Where the hell is Gangrel? My mind shattering as the "spit bath" continues. Pleasure turns to pain. They blend so well when you're in bed with Edge and Christian. Edge begins to scrape his sharp nails over my skin. His teeth sink into my soft flesh, tearing at me. I try to move but the pain blends with the pleasure Christian is on my cock with his soft mouth. Purring and moaning over my throbbing shaft as his head bobs up and down the entire length.

Edge and Christian. Such a perfect combination of sex...pleasure...and pain all at one time. I am bruised, bleeding and shooting cum in the back of Christian's throat as Edge is biting me roughly, then licking at the blood that seeps from the wounds. Christian pulls from my cock long enough to have Edge press their lips tightly together in a kiss of passion and blood letting. I see that Edge is holding my blood in his mouth then pushing it past Christian's parted lips. Christ, this is so fucking erotic.

I hear Edge's deeply seductive voice as his lips move over his brother's; "I love you, Christian. I love you so much, baby." He moans as his hand is pumping at my cock to be quickly replaced by Christian's lips. I am drawn to them. In spite of myself.

Edge straddles my stomach with his thighs as he leans over to bite at my neck then kisses the pain away. Pulling my blood so deeply into his mouth. I hear him swallow my blood as my head begins to spin in wild nauseating circles. I try to curl in the fetal position only to find I can not move. I am tied to the bed, that and the fact Edge is over me even as Christian swallows the thickness of my load...in spite of myself I release into his precious mouth and he swallows every fucking drop.

My eyes open slowly. Edge paces across the hard cement floor. His eyes locked to the mine. I am shackled to the cellar wall. "You know what it takes to free him." He grins wickedly Jeff; Who is being held by Christian and Gangrel. His head is hung in pain, tears flowing freely down his beautiful pale cheeks.

"Jeff," Edge taunts as he strokes the back of his knuckles over the tear streaked face for a moment before the back of his hand hit with stinging sharp force against the perfect softness. My body jolts as muffled sounds break from behind the gag that covers my mouth. I pull on the steel chains with such fierceness that blood streams from my wrists. I see Edge walk towards me, whip in hand. "I'm sorry, Matty. Am I ignoring you." Edge taunts "Does he need more punishment, Skittles?" Edge asks fisting his hand through my matted black hair, jerking my head back to look at him as he speaks. "Seems as though Jeffy has not seen enough of your suffering, Matthew." Edge comments casually as his head dips to where the shackles bite into my wrist. His tongue darting in a serpent like manner as he licks at the blood that dripped to the floor. So much blood I think as again pleasure blends with pain and my eyes close heavily......

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