Yes, it's been sooo long. I luv miss Jeff and Edge, thank you. Next one is here. Green Phantom Queen, glad you liked it, hun. Edge knows Adam is his.. but I still want Edge/Adam to have a little taste of Hardy booty :P Esha Napoleon, thank you, XD. Dark Fae Angel, I DO like the idea of Addy getting spanked. His ass is so damn spankable. Yum, XD. Hehe, I had a bit of a triangle/threesome obsession there, didn't I? sunligh584, (winces) Sorry, finally updating.. Thanks :) Seraphalexiel, Yes, Adam is torturable.. sometimes he seems to bring it on himself.. Poor Addy... XP. NeonNero, hehe, thanks bunches. eeelleira, thank you. VegasxHoneyDust, meh, I dunno. Writing two guys together is not that different from writing a guy with a girl to me I guess. Jeff's in this chp... redsandman99, yeah, Adam is fun to fuck with ;)

Adam woke up with a slight headache. At first, the night before seemed fuzzy and all like a bad dream. At first, Adam was sure it was all a bad dream and maybe he had gotten drunk and just didn't remember. But then the images of Edge and the pillory came rushing back to him all at once. All too forceful, all too real.

Adam sat up and rubbed his eyes. "No.. I'm going crazy.." He muttered before tossing the covers back and getting up... wincing a bit at the tenderness of certain muscles that had been exerted in ways that they probably shouldn't have been. Adam decided to move a bit gingerly just in case.

The blonde carefully walked over to the mirror that hung on the bathroom door, turning to see his nude reflection. His backside, while not as bad as he'd thought it'd be had he been canned to all hell, wasn't that bad. It did, however, sport a few long red marks across his thighs and bottom. Taking a deep breath, Adam reached both hands behind himself, carefully spreading his cheeks apart with his fingers and lightly running his middle finger over his sore hole. The blonde hissed at the slight discomfort and withdrew his hands.

Adam sighed and scratched at his tangled up blond hair. This was fucked up entirely and he no longer had a clue of what the fuck to do.

--xx--

First clue of what the fuck to do, was getting at the arena for the show. And the second, was seeing how pissed off Vickie was.. whether Adam wanted to or not..

"Hey, baby." Adam purred as he attempted to wrap his arms around his wife. Vickie only flinched out of his grasp.

"Don't baby me, Adam. Not after what you did to me last night." She folded her arms, glaring at the blonde coldly.

"But, Vickie, that wasn't.. I didn't.." Adam sighed, lowering his light brown eyes. "That wasn't me."

Vickie huffed and rolled her eyes. "What do you mean it wasn't you?"

"It was like.. I dunno, it was weird, you know? I felt like something took over my body.. my mind.. I wasn't in control of my actions. It was like something else took over." He explained. Might as well tell the truth.. well, not the whole truth..

Vickie looked over at him strangely. "Are you on drugs, Adam? Do I need to schedule you for testing?"

"No, baby. I'm not on drugs, okay." Adam sighed. "I think I'm just overworked. I think I need the night off."

"So that's what that was? A ploy to get the night off?!" She shouted in obvious irritation.

"No, sweetie, not that at all." Adam shook his head, holding his hands out in defense.

"Well, too bad. You hurt my feelings, Edge." She growled. "You insulted me and made me feel lower than dirt. It's gonna take a long time to forgive you this time, Mr. Copeland. Remember who you answer to. Remember who you work for."

Adam swallowed, cocking his head to the side. He felt himself twitch.

"I am your boss and you still do as I say. So tonight, you will face Paul in a Last Man Standing match and we'll see just how much of a man you really are." She snarled before turning and walking away.

'What a bitch.' Edge scoffed in the back of Adam's mind. 'You're gonna take that?'

"Shut up, you caused this." Adam muttered.

'I wouldn't talk to yourself out loud, Addy. People may start thinking you're crazy.' Edge snickered. 'Go on, get ready for your match. You should just walk out of it, but I know you won't.'

"I don't wanna get fired." Adam countered, rubbing his hands over his face before raking his hair back.

'Course not. I don't want us fired either.' Edge seemed to have a smirk even in his inner tone.

"Oh, no. You'll do nothing out in that ring. You hear me?" Adam snapped.

Edge sighed. 'You don't control me. You're not ready to control no one. You don't have the balls to walk away anyhow. Not from Vickie, not from your repression, and not from this asinine match where you're sure to get squashed.'

Adam snorted and folded his arms.

'So go get ready.. I promise I'll behave.' Edge snickered, leaving out. A sinister feeling of dread washed over Adam in a instant.

--xx--

Not long into the match, Adam was seriously wishing he'd of took the demon Edge's advice and bailed. The large giant, known as Big Show, was doing more than doing Vickie's dirty work of hurting her husband.

All of the breath left Adam as he felt himself be choke-slammed to the mat.

'I can take over for you anytime.' Edge sighed in the back of his head.

"No." Adam grimaced as the referee started a 10 count.

'Oh, screw it.' Edge groaned as Adam slowly made it to his feet by the count of 8. His eyes turning to an intense green as he straightened up. The demon taking over his host's body.

'Edge.. I can.. handle it..' Adam wheezed.

"Please." Edge scoffed sarcastically under his breath as he challenged the Big Show to 'come on'.

Big Show saw the taunt and the arrogant look he was receiving from Edge and was none too happy at all. He ran towards the smaller blonde. Edge ducked, pulling down the top rope and sending the larger man over and landing out to the ground. Edge stood erect, his head wobbling side-to-side in his usual classic arrogant demeanor. His arms raised up and out as he taunted. The audience booed, but he didn't care. It egged him on to know that they hated him so much. Edge hopped out of the ring, strutting over to Big Show who was getting up. Show grabbed Edge by the throat, but Edge countered by kicking him in the gut. Show stumbled backwards, looking up at Edge with fury in his eyes. He charged at Edge again, but the demon slipped out of the way and caught Show in a drop toe hold, causing the giant to crack his head on the steel steps.

The referee tried to restrain Edge as he went to grab a steel chair, briefly hearing the commentators wondering what Edge was doing. Edge blew a dry raspberry at their stupidity (as if they couldn't fucking tell) before shoving the referee aside.

'C'mon, Edge, let's just go now.' Adam tried to reason.

'Oh, now you wanna go? Too bad. You want this gorilla out of your hair? Well, I'm doing it.' Edge thought back to him as he raised the chair above his head.

Big Show raised up, still bent over the steel steps as he touched to the gaping wound now in his forehead that was dripping blood.

'No, wait.. Edge..' Adam pleaded. It wasn't that he cared much for one of Vickie's goons, but he didn't want his career further in jeopardy.

Edge ignored him, his eyes wide and feral, facial features etched into a psychotic look as he brought the chair down hard, smashing Show's head between it and the steps.

The referee jumped back a foot as he saw how badly the chair was dented as it wrapped around Show's large cranium. A 'holy shit' escaping his lips. The strength that would've took to do that to the chair was impressive... and unbelievable...

Edge licked his lips, holding the now terribly warped chair up with one hand to look it over. Satisfied with what he had done. Big Show crumbled to the ground, out of it completely. The referee just stood there. Not sure if he should count or call for medical attention.

Edge tossed the chair down and moved forward to the referee. "What are you waiting for?! Count, Chumpstain! Do your damn job," Edge screamed, frightening the referee. "And count this tub of lard out!" Edge commanded anxiously, pointing back behind to Show before reaching up to grab his hair, twisting his fingers in the long locks tightly before yanking it almost completely out.

The referee swallowed before starting a 10 count. Edge wet his lips, bouncing impatiently on the balls of his feet and urging the ref to hurry up. The referee got to 10 without so much as a peep from Show and Edge's theme music started to play as Edge was announced the winner. The Rated-R Superstar stood triumphant, holding his hands up in the air. His index and pinky fingers held up in the classic 'rockstar' sign. Not caring as the medics and trainers came down to check on Paul.

"One down, Addy. One down." Edge laughed.

Adam swallowed. That dreadful feeling washing over him again.

--xx--

Vickie was naturally pissed and screamed and yelled at Adam. Asking what the hell did he think he was doing. That Paul probably had a concussion now, or worse, and it was all thanks to Adam's carelessness.

It took Edge everything he had to keep silent through Vickie's screeching. Adam belonged to him now, she had no right to talk to his vessel that way. And what got to Edge the most; Adam stood there and took it. Did he not have any self respect anymore to stand there and let this.. this she-beast stand there and berate him so badly? Edge growled to himself, tuning out her bullshit rambling, vowing to himself to take La Familia down and get Addy out of this mess... Edge just had to show Adam all he was missing first... To show Addy how miserable he was and how he didn't have to be...

It wasn't long before they found out that Paul indeed had a concussion and, while he would survive and be okay, he'd be out for a little while. That worked out for Edge, bought him some time at least..

--xx--

Adam groaned in the back of his mind. Edge was in control now. Had been for awhile, and while Adam sort of feared he'd regret that decision later, he had no control over the issue.

Edge peeked around the corner of the hallway, his eyes following someone. Someone he was trailing. Adam could see through Edge's mind as well, and although the image of the person that Edge was so engrossed in was fuzzy, it was very clear of who it was.

Jeff Hardy looked around the hallway before slipping into a locker room. The door shutting back hard behind him.

"Okay.." Edge muttered to himself. "Coast is all clear."

'What are we doing?' Adam said in his mind as Edge crept up to the door. The demon whistling at the name on the plate.

"Well, I know what I'm doing." Edge smirked, reaching for the door and slowly turning the knob before pushing it open a tad to peek inside.

Jeff had his hands behind him, his head bowed and his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. He looked up coyly at someone unseen in the room.

"Bet you thought that shit was cute?" A voice said.

Adam's ears perked up as did Edge's green eyes. He cracked the door a little bit further.

"N-no, Ma-Matty.." Jeff stammered.

Matt grinned at him. The look on his face of devious delight. Jeff backed up a bit as Matt advanced toward him.

"I didn't think it was so cute, Jeff.. I thought it was dirty... you know what happens to dirty boys..?" Matt reach out and grabbed Jeff by the shirt collar, pushing his brother hard against the roll of lockers.

Jeff visibly gulped and nodded.

'Edge.. we gotta..' Adam began.

"No no no, let's watch." The demon leered.

Adam knew the Hardy's current history. This could be bad. 'But, Matt.. Jeff.. We hafta do something.'

"Oh, when have you ever cared about Jeff Hardy, or anyone else for that matter?" Edge whispered quietly.

Adam huffed. He was tired of being accused of not having any concern. He wasn't a monster for crying out loud. 'I'm still a human being, dammit. I have feelings.'

"That's to be decided." Edge smirked, wetting his lips.

Jeff's whimper brought back up their attentions. Adam didn't feel right about this. He knew how the Hardy brothers had been lately. At war. At each other's throats. Matt had a vendetta. An intent to hurt Jeff. And this wasn't looking too good.

"Huh, Jeffrey? Y'know what happens to dirty little boys?" Matt growled sinisterly, pinning his younger brother against the wall.

"Y-yes, Matt..Matty.." Jeff prattled so cutely.

"Course you do." Matt grinned, he released Jeff's shirt, reaching up to run his fingers through Jeff's colorful locks before jerking his head back.

Jeff let out a whine. "Pl-please.. Matty, please.." Jeff shuddered as Matt reached up with the other hand and grabbed Jeff by the throat.

"Edge..' Adam had a plead in his voice. 'We have to..'

Edge shook his head. "Shh.. just wait.."

"Dirty little slut.." Matt growled. And then he did what Adam swore would make Hell freeze before he'd ever see; Matt pressed his lips to Jeff's. Matt was kissing his baby brother. Hard. Rough. Jeff whimpered underneath it. His voice sounded so painful and yet Adam was sure it wasn't out of pain.

Matt pulled back, panting. He licked at Jeff's full lips, coaxing them parted just a bit before going back in for more, sliding his tongue inside his brother's mouth this time.

Adam groaned inside his head as Edge purred. "Hott, isn't it?" The demon asked.

'But.. but.. it doesn't make any sense.. They were fighting.. you can't tell me this whole Hardy feud was..?' Adam stammered.

"Just a ruse..? It is. See, I've been following them for awhile. And I've uncovered their dirty little secret, y'see." Edge replied jovially.

'No.. they can't be..' It was just too impossible.

"Watch for yourself." Edge said, keeping his eyes locked on the sight in the locker room.

Jeff clawed at Matt's shirt, digging nails down his back as he let Matt dominate the kiss. Matt pulled away, attacking Jeff's throat, biting and kissing and sucking on the flesh there. Jeff stared forward, his breathing hitched under his arousal. He closed his emerald eyes, his lips twitching as little groans escaped them.

"Matty.. god, Matt.. please.." The younger Hardy whimpered, so sweetly.

Matt pulled back, twirling Jeff around. Jeff slid down to the bench as Matt's hands went to his hair. Adam watched in amazement. It was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever seen. Although he wasn't entirely sure he could believe his eyes. Jeff tugged at Matt's pants, getting them unfastened quickly and pulled down to his knees.

"That's it, Jeffrey.. get that cock out.. I want your pretty little mouth.." Matt growled lustfully. Groaning as Jeff freed his cock and took hold of it, rubbing up and down the length before licking all the way up the underside and dragging his tongue across the head.

"Mhmm.. so good.." Jeff purred, swirling his tongue around the head before molding his lips over the tip and sliding them down the shaft.

"Oh, fuck.. that's it.. suck on that cock, Jeffrey.. make it good and hard.." Matt grunted as Jeff took him all the way in.

Adam moaned as he heard Jeff gag, coughing around the dick in his mouth. Edge licked his lips, just watching. His jeans growing tighter.

"Such a good little cockslut.. What a filthy little boy we are, Jeffrey.. ohm.." Matt jerked Jeff's head back by his hair. "That's it.. suck.. oh, that's it.."

Jeff whimpered and started gently sucking around the head of his brother's cock. Matt shivered as he felt Jeff's soft tongue massage the underside of his cockhead. So expertly. So perfectly.

"Fuck... harder.. Oh, so good.. love your mouth, Jeff.."

"Y'like watching, Addy?" Edge growled. His voice hitched slightly. He knew it was driving them both crazy.

'Th..is isn't ri..right.. this is wrong..' Adam's voice cracked.

"Ha! Since when did you ever care about what was right or wrong?" Edge retorted. "Mister Rated-R Superstar."

Adam ignored the taunts. 'We shouldn't be watching.'

"Oh, and you can honestly say you want me to walk away?" Edge taunted.

'Umm..?' Adam panted.

Edge snickered. "You can't.. You can't deny what you want, Addy. You get off watching them, don't fucking lie."

"Oh, Jeff.. shit.. that's it.. Swallow.. swallow around that thick cock.. Oh, fuck.. I'm so fucking hard for you, Jeff.. Nice and hard for your sweet little ass.." Matt groaned, holding to Jeff's hair tightly with both hands as Jeff bobbed his head up and down on Matt's thick shaft.

Matt yanked Jeff's head back and started to thrust, fucking Jeff's mouth brutally. The younger Hardy let out a whine. Closing his eyes as his jaws were stretched wide. Jeff reached up and dug his nails into Matt's thighs. Loving that groan he got from his older brother as he left his mark in him.

Matt stopped and pulled Jeff off his cock as Jeff worked on getting his jeans undone. "Let's go.. must have you now.." The older Hardy murmured.

Jeff looked up and licked his lips. Matt yanked him off the bench and crushed their lips together, kissing the younger man hungrily as Jeff pushed his jeans down, wiggling out of them and kicking them on off.

Adam was panting heatedly now. Both Hardys were so fucking gorgeous, that was something he couldn't deny.. and Jeff was simply beautiful..

Jeff wrapped his arms around Matt's neck as the older Hardy lifted him up, pushing him back against the lockers as Jeff wrapped his legs around Matt's waist. Matt reach down in between them, taking hold of his own cock and aiming at Jeff's entrance. Jeff let out a feral cry as Matt plunged inside of his willing hole.

"Uhm.. fuck.. oh, god.." The younger Hardy whimpered. His voice trembling a bit under both pleasure and pain.

"Hmm.. so fucking tight.. such a tight little tramp.. You like being stretched by my cock, Jeff.. huh..?" Matt groaned next to Jeff's ear.

"Uhm-hm.. so fucking good.. uhm.. fuck me.. fuck me hard.. Oh, god, Matt!" Jeff screamed as Matt started to pound him. Thrusting into his little brother as he held him against the lockers.

Edge shifted, listening to Adam's labored breathing inside his head as he watched the Hardys go at it. He was so hard right now. His cock twitching and throbbing painfully in his jeans.

"Fuck, Jeff.. shit.. shit.." Matt groaned and buried his head in Jeff's shoulder.

"Mhmm.. Matty.. harder.. touch me.. rub me.. please.." Jeff whimpered as Matt took hold of him, stroking him roughly as he fucked Jeff through the lockers. Jeff's eyes rolled back, his lids fluttering so sweetly as waves of pleasure rushed through him. Shuddering as Matt stabbed at his prostate. "Ohh.. god.."

"That's it, baby brother, just let go.. Let me feel you let go.." Matt licked his lips, watching his brother's face. Loving the looks of pleasure that masked it. How his lips were parted and his eyes were so sweetly closed. Jeff was so close and he knew it.

Jeff ran his hands along Matt's shoulders, digging his nails down into them as he held on. "Oh, fuck.. Matty Matty Matty.." Jeff let out a sound that sounded like a half-whine, half-scream as he released. Cumming all over Matt's fingers, his body quaking almost violently under it all. Jeff collapsed back against the lockers, his hands trailing along Matt's shoulders as his older brother began thrusting inside of him harder.

"My Jeffrey.. so beautiful.. so slutty.. Uhm.. shit.." Matt groaned as he felt Jeff's walls constrict even tighter around his width.

Jeff grabbed Matt's hand that was still covered with his seed, sticking the cum-coated digits in his mouth. Matt watched his brother lustfully as Jeff's pink tongue swirled around and in between them as he licked them clean, swallowing down the sticky goodness. Jeff let out a slutty moan as he locked eyes with Matt, and that was it. Matt came hard inside of his brother, groaning and panting as he finished.

Adam watched through Edge's eyes as Matt held onto Jeff, taking his younger brother's face in his hands before kissing him passionately.

--xx--

That night back at the hotel, Edge, still in control, paced the floors. Vickie was at the hospital with Paul, and even if she wasn't, Edge had no intent of letting Adam room with her.

Edge rubbed his hands together. "So, what'd you think? Hott, wasn't it?" The demon shuddered.

'How do I even know that was real? What if it was just you manipulating my thoughts again?' Adam asked.

Edge sighed and sat down on the bed. "Addy Addy Addy.." He sighed again. "You need to learn to trust me."

'Like I trusted you with the match?' Adam retorted.

Edge raked his hair behind his ears. "He was hurting you. You saw the look in his eyes, Adam. He wanted to hurt you. To physically damage you. And I bet Vickie put him up to it."

'You don't know that.' Adam replied smally.

Edge scoffed. "C'mon, wasn't it obvious? We upset her. Hurt her feelings. Naturally she was going to have her watch dog get a little payback for her. It's pathetic really." He put a hand on his hip, green eyes pointlessly searching the floor.

Adam sighed. He couldn't deny that Edge was most definitely right. Vickie was the vindictive type.

"Hell hate no fury over a woman who is scorned." She once had said when Adam screwed up and got caught cheating on her with Alicia Fox and 'Edge' begged her for forgiveness on national television only to get handed to the Undertaker. Adam knew full well she had a rotten way of dealing with deception.

"Big Show was going to hurt you. I couldn't let him hurt you, Addy. I refuse to let anyone hurt you." Edge went on, trying to reason with Adam.

'What about.. what about.. the.. in the dream.. uh, place..? You hurt me...'

Edge sighed and got up, walking over to the mirror and leaning down to place his hands on the dresser top in front of it. He looked down, however, not in the mirror. Long strands of blond hair falling down in front of his face.

"That was different, Adam. That was your redemption. That I controlled. I was never going to hurt you more than you could take, Addy. Just give you a little taste of pleasure.. with your pain." Edge grinned as he looked into the mirror, straightening up to get a good view of his host's body. "You know it was hott, watching the Hardys do that to each other. Watching them getting each other off.. Watching Matt fuck Jeff through those lockers.. It made you.. Oh. So. Hard." Edge panted, running his right hand along his host's inner thigh, daring to go closer.

Adam swallowed, his breathing labored. Okay, yeah, it was hott. Very hott. Dangerously hott.

"And so very forbidden.. You like the forbidden, don't cha, Addy..?" The demon purred, his green eyes shining sinisterly in the mirror.

'Y-yes.. I-I li-liked it..' Adam prattled, watching as Edge moved his hand closer. The memory of secretly watching the Hardy encounter rushing back to him, making all the right spots tingle and throb.

"What was that, Addy.. Did it make you hott..?" Edge growled as he unzipped his jeans, sliding his hand down inside.

Adam gasped as he felt Edge's fingers wrap around his cock, squeezing the tip and forcing precum out before wiping it off with his fingers. 'Yes.. so hott.. uhm..' The blonde flushed. Feeling almost like he was under some sort of peaceful trance.

"You want it, don't you..?" Edge purred, fisting Adam slowly inside his jeans.

'Yes.. please.. so bad..' Adam moaned sweetly.

"That'a boy." Edge chuckled as he removed his hand, loving the protesting whimper he got from Adam as he raised his fingers to his lips, licking that bit of precious precum off and moaning at the sweet taste. Adam's inhibitions were beginning to break nicely.. and they had only just begun.