New fic?
Well, I do believe that I am ready now to continue with that first hardy!cest fic I wrote and posted last December, I think it was. I did start on the companion piece to it months ago and just never found the muse to finish it what with all the Codiasi and Centon taking over. I know it's not really everyone's taste and I'll understand if nobody reads it, but I would really like to try and finish writing it. Here is what I have written so far, it's not much and I wrote it back in like Jan or Feb, I think. I just dug it up now to re-read it and I think I can start back in on it again. With the help of some wine, of course. Or Jack Daniels :O So Codiasi road trip and then hardy!cest. Yeah, I think that'll work. *crosses fingers*
Alright, well my boys will be home in about 10 mins here so I gotta go. Here's what I have so far for the second part:
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: Broken Beyond Repair (I'm His)
Pairing: Matt/Jeff Hardy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardy!Cest, graphic sex, blood, torture, rape. Matt's POV
Disclaimers: Matt and Jeff don't really have sex with each other...at least not that I know of.
Feedback: Sure. If you read it.
Broken Beyond Repair
My skin itches and feels as if it is four sizes too small for my body and I am vaguely aware of Jeff's voice floating somewhere above my throbbing head. I make out the words "night" and "not over" but my body is too weak to protest and I numbly allow myself to be dragged along the carpet and out the door towards whatever unknown horrors lie ahead.
Jeff is chattering on incessantly about the mundanest of things; what the weather is going to be like tomorrow and whether or not we'll eat dinner at Cracker Barrel. Cracker Barrel. As if I could ever be seen in public again what with this horrible deformity I now wear across my forehead like a scarlet letter. My entire body aches and I feel pain in places I never even knew existed. My mind is spinning, trying to absorb all of what has happened to me tonight. I still cannot fathom that my own flesh and blood, my baby brother, has done such horrific things to me.
"Why??" I keep screaming at him over and over and it's not until I realize that the screaming is only in my head that I understand why he does not answer.
I feel a harsh tug at my neck and I look up to see that we have exited the hallway and are now at the top of the stairs. Jeff has a wicked gleam in his eye as he looks back and forth between my naked body and the steep stairs directly in front of us. My stomach drops as I interpret the look in his eyes.
"No Jeff!" This time I am screaming out loud. I scream "NO!" over and over, I beg him to have mercy on me but he follows through on his plan anyway. He doesn't give my battered body a second thought as he delivers a swift kick to my ass and I go tumbling down, head over heels, to the bottom of the stairs where I come crashing to a halt onto the landing below.
"Ohhhh fuck," I moan, cluthching at my sides where I fear at least one of my ribs has broken, if not more.
From my position on my back I can see Jeff as he makes his way slowly down the stairs. His lithe body sexy and smooth as he practically drifts down to the last step, his eyes never leaving mine. Here he pauses and cocks his head to one side as if I am some sort of puzzle and he doesn't know quite how to crack me. Well, if he doesn't know yet he sure is doing one hell of a job trying to figure it out. My body and soul are a testament to that.
"Matty, Matty, Matty," Jeff whispers as he gazes down at me shaking his head. "My dear old brother Matty. Just what am I going to do with you?"
I am afraid to answer for I fear he already has something in mind. As if the brand to my forehead weren't enough to make me his. As if his dick plunged deep within my ass weren't enough. As if my complete obedience weren't enough. Still he wants more.
'Somebody help me,' I silently pray. 'Please, if there's a God in Heaven, please somebody help me.' I hear Jeff's laughter bouncing around inside my brain and it takes me a second to remember that he can read my thoughts. He is laughing at my feeble pleas for help. They amuse him and this infuriates me. If, no fuck that, when I get away from him and I am well enough I am going to come at him with everything I've got. He's going to wish he had never been born.
The laughter is louder now and I clutch the sides of my head trying to stifle it but to no avail. He is inside me, eating away at my insides, infiltrating the very essence of my being. My very core.
"Enough!!" I shout. "Get the fuck outta my head!!" I start thrashing on the floor, twisting this way and that, the pain in my sides radiating throughout my entire torso. "Get OUT!! Leave me alone!" I scream as the laughter gets louder and louder, racking my brain until I fear my skull will split in two.
And then just as quickly as it began, it stops and I lower my hands to my sides, again clutching my broken ribs. I'm going insane, I think. I'm slowly going mad. I have to be. This cannot really be happening. But as I look up I see my lovely little brother looming over me, the evil glint still present in his eyes and I know that I am not dreaming. This is real and this night is never going to end. It's going to be the longest night of my entire life.
I yelp as Jeff grabs the chain attached to my collar and hoists me to my feet.
"Come along, Matty," he commands, the same as he did upstairs. "I'm not finished with you yet. I'll never be finished with you. As long as you still live and breathe I'll never be finished."
His words send chills down my spine and I steel myself against whatever is to come as I am half dragged, half yanked down another hall, through my kitchen and out the front door. I spy my hot tub bubbling away and I think back to many a crazy Christmas party. To random naked chicks making out under the camoflauge of the steamy bubbles. To drunken kareoke out on the back deck. To wrestling for hours in the yard, our bodies weary but neither one of us wanting to give up, to be that first one to yell "Uncle!"
I think back to happier times. I fill my head with visions of my mother, what little I can remember of her, and of Halloween, dressed up and going trick- or- treating with Jeff. I think of the matches we staged in our back yard on the big, old rusted out trampoline as I slowly drift out of my body and watch with detached horror the cool and calm way Jeff drags me along as if I am nothing more than a piece of garbage to be thrown out in the large bin in the backyard.
Alright, well my boys will be home in about 10 mins here so I gotta go. Here's what I have so far for the second part:
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: Broken Beyond Repair (I'm His)
Pairing: Matt/Jeff Hardy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardy!Cest, graphic sex, blood, torture, rape. Matt's POV
Disclaimers: Matt and Jeff don't really have sex with each other...at least not that I know of.
Feedback: Sure. If you read it.
Broken Beyond Repair
My skin itches and feels as if it is four sizes too small for my body and I am vaguely aware of Jeff's voice floating somewhere above my throbbing head. I make out the words "night" and "not over" but my body is too weak to protest and I numbly allow myself to be dragged along the carpet and out the door towards whatever unknown horrors lie ahead.
Jeff is chattering on incessantly about the mundanest of things; what the weather is going to be like tomorrow and whether or not we'll eat dinner at Cracker Barrel. Cracker Barrel. As if I could ever be seen in public again what with this horrible deformity I now wear across my forehead like a scarlet letter. My entire body aches and I feel pain in places I never even knew existed. My mind is spinning, trying to absorb all of what has happened to me tonight. I still cannot fathom that my own flesh and blood, my baby brother, has done such horrific things to me.
"Why??" I keep screaming at him over and over and it's not until I realize that the screaming is only in my head that I understand why he does not answer.
I feel a harsh tug at my neck and I look up to see that we have exited the hallway and are now at the top of the stairs. Jeff has a wicked gleam in his eye as he looks back and forth between my naked body and the steep stairs directly in front of us. My stomach drops as I interpret the look in his eyes.
"No Jeff!" This time I am screaming out loud. I scream "NO!" over and over, I beg him to have mercy on me but he follows through on his plan anyway. He doesn't give my battered body a second thought as he delivers a swift kick to my ass and I go tumbling down, head over heels, to the bottom of the stairs where I come crashing to a halt onto the landing below.
"Ohhhh fuck," I moan, cluthching at my sides where I fear at least one of my ribs has broken, if not more.
From my position on my back I can see Jeff as he makes his way slowly down the stairs. His lithe body sexy and smooth as he practically drifts down to the last step, his eyes never leaving mine. Here he pauses and cocks his head to one side as if I am some sort of puzzle and he doesn't know quite how to crack me. Well, if he doesn't know yet he sure is doing one hell of a job trying to figure it out. My body and soul are a testament to that.
"Matty, Matty, Matty," Jeff whispers as he gazes down at me shaking his head. "My dear old brother Matty. Just what am I going to do with you?"
I am afraid to answer for I fear he already has something in mind. As if the brand to my forehead weren't enough to make me his. As if his dick plunged deep within my ass weren't enough. As if my complete obedience weren't enough. Still he wants more.
'Somebody help me,' I silently pray. 'Please, if there's a God in Heaven, please somebody help me.' I hear Jeff's laughter bouncing around inside my brain and it takes me a second to remember that he can read my thoughts. He is laughing at my feeble pleas for help. They amuse him and this infuriates me. If, no fuck that, when I get away from him and I am well enough I am going to come at him with everything I've got. He's going to wish he had never been born.
The laughter is louder now and I clutch the sides of my head trying to stifle it but to no avail. He is inside me, eating away at my insides, infiltrating the very essence of my being. My very core.
"Enough!!" I shout. "Get the fuck outta my head!!" I start thrashing on the floor, twisting this way and that, the pain in my sides radiating throughout my entire torso. "Get OUT!! Leave me alone!" I scream as the laughter gets louder and louder, racking my brain until I fear my skull will split in two.
And then just as quickly as it began, it stops and I lower my hands to my sides, again clutching my broken ribs. I'm going insane, I think. I'm slowly going mad. I have to be. This cannot really be happening. But as I look up I see my lovely little brother looming over me, the evil glint still present in his eyes and I know that I am not dreaming. This is real and this night is never going to end. It's going to be the longest night of my entire life.
I yelp as Jeff grabs the chain attached to my collar and hoists me to my feet.
"Come along, Matty," he commands, the same as he did upstairs. "I'm not finished with you yet. I'll never be finished with you. As long as you still live and breathe I'll never be finished."
His words send chills down my spine and I steel myself against whatever is to come as I am half dragged, half yanked down another hall, through my kitchen and out the front door. I spy my hot tub bubbling away and I think back to many a crazy Christmas party. To random naked chicks making out under the camoflauge of the steamy bubbles. To drunken kareoke out on the back deck. To wrestling for hours in the yard, our bodies weary but neither one of us wanting to give up, to be that first one to yell "Uncle!"
I think back to happier times. I fill my head with visions of my mother, what little I can remember of her, and of Halloween, dressed up and going trick- or- treating with Jeff. I think of the matches we staged in our back yard on the big, old rusted out trampoline as I slowly drift out of my body and watch with detached horror the cool and calm way Jeff drags me along as if I am nothing more than a piece of garbage to be thrown out in the large bin in the backyard.