Title: Sexual Tension

Pairings: Jeff Hardy/CM Punk; Matt Hardy/Edge

Rating: Mature ++

Warning: Slash(M/M), Language, Sex, Oral, Smut, Bottom!Phil, Top!Jeff.

Summary: Complete AU Vince is pissed at Jeff and Phil constantly at each other's throats, whenever they're around one another the tension is thick, so a few fights later and Vince is forcing them to live together for a month, isolated from civilization.

Disclaimer: I don't own them

A/N: Just a little something Slightly OOC for Vince… Sorry. It happens because I say it happens. Takes place in 2008/Very early 2009. Before their feud.

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"I swear I fucking hate you Jeff" Phil Brooks, otherwise known as CM Punk sneered at the younger Hardy brother in pure disgust. Jeff snarled, baring his canines in anger as he sized up the younger man.

"Yeah? Well the feeling is fucking mutual, Punk." Jeff Hardy hissed back, clenching his fists tightly, holding them to his side to avoid a physical altercation with his on screen enemy and off screen tormenter, not like it'd be the first time that happened.

"Fuck… I hate when they argue…" Matt, Jeff's older brother muttered rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I know, it makes shit awkward every damn time." Adam Copeland muttered back.

"Wanna start shit Hardy?" Phil asked clenching his own fists incase Jeff struck first as he had last time. Jeff got out of the chair he was in and was in Phil's face, panting as he struggled to keep his temper in check.

"Do you? I'll give you worse than a bloody nose this time Brooks!" Jeff snarled as Phil sneered back, his entire body ridged as he pressed his forehead against Jeff's, Jeff in turn pressing his nose against Phil's. Olive met emerald as they stared each other down, nose – to - nose, both men panting heavily, looking as though they both about to snap.

"Oh! Would you two just fuck already, and get it over with!" Adam yelled making no immediate motion to break up the impending fight about to break out. Matt didn't look fazed either, Phil and Jeff fighting was as normal as breathing. They had at least six backstage altercations a month. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I wouldn't fuck him if men suddenly developed the ability to get pregnant and he were the last human being on earth, and we needed to repopulate! I wouldn't fuck him even if I did drugs!" Phil snarled at Adam, not taking his eyes off Jeff's.

"Yeah? Really? Get some new fucking come backs, because that one is fucking old! And what makes you think I'd touch you with a ten foot pole mother fucker?" Jeff growled in response, his eyes filled with fury.

"Your gay ass wishes you could have someone half as decent as I am." Phil hissed glaring daggers through the purple haired Enigma. Jeff's eye brows shot up at Phil's comment, smirking sarcastically at the Second City Saint.

"Really? No it goes like this Punk ass, You'd be lucky if I decided to be nice and give you a pity fuck, it'd probably be the ONLY way you'd get laid! If I felt sorry and held my vomit back long enough! SOMEBODY needs to remove that ten foot pole from your rectum so you can quit being such a tight ass!" Jeff snarled before slowly smirking, the fury never diminishing from his eyes.

"Better a tight ass than a loose one, and you know all about that! Don't you Jeffy?" Phil asked tauntingly as Jeff only continued smirking. "No I don't actually. I top… and that means I fuck, and don't get fucked, but you know absolutely nothing about that, do you Philly?" He asked equally taunting. Phil's body shook with pure barely controlled rage. "Fuck you Hardy" his response was a cross between a hiss and a whisper, his eyes giving away the way Jeff's words affected him.

"Can it, Virgin" Jeff hissed as he licked his lips tauntingly at Phil. "I already told you I'm not a bottom. I'd be fucking you, Philly. Making you scream like a bitch…" Phil shuddered as Jeff's smirk widened. "Shut… the fuck… up now… Or I swear you'll regret it Hardy." Phil whispered pressing his forehead hard against Jeff's. Jeff's lips quirked, cocky smirk on his face as he tilted his head tauntingly pressing his lips against Phil's pierced ones in a quick peck.

Phil snarled sensing the playful, spitefulness behind Jeff's action as he pulled away, decking Jeff hard across the face, sending the Charismatic Enigma back a few steps. "Fuck you!" Phil sneered as he grabbed Jeff by his shirt and shoved him into the metal lockers. It wasn't long before Jeff was wailing on Phil just as hard, turning it into a full out brawl. Matt and Adam weren't sure what to do.

"Do we break it up, or let Vince deal with them?" Adam asked as Matt growled, jumping into the brawl, dragging Jeff back as Adam sighed, deciding to help, grabbing Phil and holding him back. "I swear Hardy! If you fucking EVER do that again, I'll bust both of your fucking lips!" Phil snarled pulling away as Adam held tight to the spitting, furious Straight Edge Superstar.

Jeff smirked as he pulled at Matt's tight hold on him. "You fucking liked it and you know it bitch" he sneered as Matt yanked him out of the locker room.

"Jeff, what did Vince and Hunter tell you two? Huh? They said one more fight, and you're both suspended! You never listen!" Matt hissed as he shoved Jeff into a separate locker room.

"Yeah you weren't exactly trying to break it up before it started either, so please save your chastising for someone who gives a shit." Jeff muttered crossing his arms over his chest and smirking at his older brother. Matt rolled his eyes. "Well you two never learn and you fight every fucking time you can. It's tiring. Why don't you two just settle your shit and lay it to rest already!" Matt grumbled as Jeff smirked only shrugging his shoulders, just further annoying Matt.

"You know by now someone has heard you two and told Vince…" Matt muttered as Jeff again only shrugged as if to say he didn't care. 'Typical Jeff behavior' Matt thought glumly realizing it was no use to even bother getting mad; it was a waste of energy.

"Oh well. He can fire me. But he won't. I'm a fucking cash cow. Most of the audience is part of the Imag-i-nation anyways. He'll lose ticket sales and merchandise sales if he does. He's too much of a chicken shit to fire me. If anything it'll be Brooks to lose his job" Jeff muttered with a smirk firmly in place.

Matt rolled his eyes at his arrogant younger brother. "Okay Jeff… maybe he won't fire you, but he sure as hell would be quick to suspend you. And believe it or not, Phil's not that bad, and he actually is a draw." Matt muttered sighing as he took a seat on the couch.

"Pfft! Not as big as me" Jeff muttered rolling his eyes. "Yeah of course, because NO ONE is as big as Jeff Hardy…" Matt muttered sarcastically as Jeff smirked nodding his head. "See knew you'd see the light eventually." Jeff smirked just as sarcastic.

JUNKXX

"I fucking hate that guy! He pisses me the fuck off! Can you believe he fucking kissed me on the damn mouth?" Phil complained to Adam who only smirked in a knowing manner. "What the fuck are you smirking about?" The Second City Saint asked crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at the Rated R Superstar.

"You know he only does this shit to get a rise out of you, right" Adam asked as he leaned against the lockers studying Phil's reactions. "What the hell are you getting at?" Phil muttered as Adam rolled his eyes.

"Jeff takes pleasure knowing he can manipulate your every move." Adam explained as Phil wrinkled his nose at the mention of Jeff's name. "Bullshit." He growled, glaring daggers through the tall blonde.

"Nah for real. He does, I'm telling you, and he gets off on knowing he has control over you. He can manipulate your actions, and get rises out of you that no one else can. He loves it. That's why he always starts shit with you, to see just how far he can push your buttons until you finally snap." Adam murmured watching the realization sit in on Phil's face, replaced with understanding.

"Oh yeah. I'm also willing to bet that if you two sat down, had a little one – on – one, alone time, within ten minutes, Jeff will have you screaming his name…" Adam prodded on, stirring the pot as Phil glared darkly at him. "He wants you. I can see that, I can also see that just as much as he wants you, you want him."

"Alright! Enough with the bullshit! I don't fucking want Hardy nor do I care what you or anyone else thinks. Take your bullshit lies and wanna be psychology and leave me the fuck alone" Phil growled before storming out of the locker room, leaving an unfazed, smirking Adam in his wake.

"First step is denial. Keep denying it all you want Phil, it'll get worse and worse, it'll only get better if you just give in. It'd benefit both of you, as well as the locker room as a whole, you guys need to clear the tension!" Adam called after Phil's retreating back. "You will give in eventually…"

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Phil ignored Adam and kept on walking, trying desperately to clear the conversation from his mind. He did not want Jeff Hardy, there was no way in hell that he'd let Jeff fuck him, there was no way he'd ever sleep with Jeff. He stood by the words he'd told Hardy, not even if he were the last man and their lives or chances of survival depended on it.

"Fucking Copeland has no idea what he's talking about" Phil muttered under his breath as he continued on. "Hey Brooks! Boss wants you and Hardy in his office, now" Chris Jericho called from where he stood leaning causally against the wall. Phil sighed, clenching and unclenching his fists in frustration before he headed toward Vince's office.

"Fucking Hardy has done it now" He hissed punching a concrete wall along the way, wishing it was Jeff's face there instead. He barely felt the pain; he was so pissed off as he pounded on Vince's door, fully prepared to get fired.

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"See Jeff! What the hell did I tell you?" Matt hissed as he walked his cocky brother to Vince's office for his weekly scolding. Jeff only smirked, feeling as though he were that invincible high school kid getting sent to the Principal's office for a fight he caused. It used to scare him, but after a while the fear dissipates into mere annoyance.

"Oh well. If I get fired I'll go make TNA even more money then I'm making Vince. No big deal. WWE isn't the only company around" Jeff mumbled, still smirking as they stopped in front of the door. Adam glanced over at the Hardy's from where he sat, most likely waiting for Phil. "Go. Get in there" Matt hissed yanking the door open and shoving Jeff inside, pulling it closed behind him as he joined Adam.

"We have to do something about them Matt." Adam muttered looking deep in thought. Matt took a seat next to the blonde Canadian. "Well what do you think we should do?" he asked sighing as he rubbed his temples. Adam shrugged. "I don't know. Sex solved our issues, it could work for them" he suggested as Matt glanced at him, slight smirk on his lips.

"Hey we had a deal; that we would not talk about what went down between us. But it did, didn't it… who'd have known that sex could solve our mess that we made… ugh still can't believe I fucked you though." Matt muttered as Adam shared his smirk. "Don't lie Matthew, you know you enjoyed it. You probably miss my ass…" he trailed off as yelling could be heard from inside the room. Both men winced, counting their lucky stars that it wasn't them on Vince's shit list.

JUNKXX

"I'm SICK and tired of the he said this or he said that bullshit. You both are suspended! And if you want this off the books, away from the media, you both will lay your differences aside!" Vince exploded glaring at his fidgeting employees. Phil felt sick to his stomach as he stared at his boss; Jeff had a smirk firmly planted on his face.

"If your brother and Adam can bury the hatchet, then so can you two. Whatever they did… you better take their advice. Am I understood?" Vince asked raising his voice as Phil swallowed hard. "Yes sir" he muttered as Vince glanced over at Jeff.

"Well?"

"Yeah…whatever." He mumbled as Vince sneered at them. "Because from now on out, you will both be rooming, traveling, eating and sleeping together when you both return from suspension, until this shit is done, am I understood! Am I clear?"

Jeff rolled his eyes muttering "Yeah. Crystal." Phil mumbled out an affirmative as Vince stood. "Good. Because your conditions of suspension are that you two will be flown to a vacation home I own. It's completely isolated from civilization, fully stocked with food essentials, for 30 days." Vince spoke eying both men. Phil jumped out of his seat, slamming his hands down on Vince's desk in rage.

"No! No FUCKING WAY! I'm NOT gonna be stuck with him for a month! YOU can't make me do this! Dammit you have no God Damn right!" Phil screamed as Jeff fought to hold in his laughter. Vince's eyes were about to pop out of his skull as he stood up eye – to – eye with his enraged employee.

"I have every damn right you son of a bitch I own you! And I can fire you if I damn well feel like it! But we all know you need this damn job! So shut your damn mouth and take your punishment! One more outburst like that and you're FIRED! You both leave tomorrow. I'll inform my secretary to call today and schedule your flights. A taxi will pick you up from the hotel tomorrow, drop you off at the airport where you'll pick up your tickets, when you land, limo service will pick you up from the airport and drop you off at the house." Vince explained fury in his eyes as Phil panted dropping his gaze to the floor, before dropping back in his seat.

"But… But what about my title shot against Orton?" Phil asked looking dejected and slightly confused. Vince shrugged as he eyed them both; Jeff raised an eye brow, also wondering.

"Tonight, I'll have you two team up against all three members of Legacy, after the match, which you'll lose, I'll tell creative to film a segment of Orton and Legacy taking you out, an Injury angle. That'll explain your absences." Vince explained as Jeff nodded. Phil dropped his head in his hands, tugging on his hair.

"Are we clear?" Vince asked as Jeff stood up. "Crystal" He answered with a hint of smile. Phil also stood still looking distressed. "Yeah… whatever" He muttered obviously pissed off that he got screwed out of his title shot.

"Good. Now get out. I better not see you two again about this petty shit. I'll see you both in a month, and by the way, whatever damage is done to that house, is coming out of both of your pay checks." He hissed as both men left the room.

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"It's all your damn fault Jeff. Now I have to room with you and live with you, alone for a fucking month, this is bullshit." Phil grumbled as Jeff followed him. "Good… you'll get that pity fuck that I know you want" Jeff smirked as Phil turned to face him. "Why do you hate me so much Jeff? Huh? What the fuck have I ever done to you?" he asked in a hushed whisper. Jeff only smirked on.

"Nothing Phil. Absolutely nothing" Jeff mumbled as he walked off to prepare for their tag team match later that night.

Phil watched Jeff leave, feeling the frustration building up as Adam and Matt walked over to him. "Hey what'd Vince say?" Adam asked as Phil sneered at his friend.

"Ugh Don't fucking remind me, go fucking ask Jeff if you want to know so damn bad." He muttered before he stalked off leaving a confused Matt and Adam in his wake.

"Suspension?" Matt asked as they watched Phil leave. Adam pursed his lips. "Yeah probably. Think there's something worse? What if they got their pay docked or something?" he asked as Matt shrugged.

"Let's go find Jeff and ask him." He murmured as Adam nodded, following the older Hardy.

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"Wow… so in other words you guys got a freaking vacation?" Matt asked, eyebrows rose in surprise. Jeff smirked as he pulled on his arm bands. "Yup, pretty much. We leave tomorrow. Vince is paying for the flight, the taxi and limo service." He chuckled as Adam glanced at Matt.

"Damn we never got shit like this" He mumbled as Matt laughed. "We weren't as hard headed as these two either." He replied with a playful smile playing on his lips as he eyed the blonde Canadian. Adam shrugged, knowing Matt was right, after their second warning from Vince they 'worked out' their frustrations in the only way they knew how. Rough, hard, passionate hate sex that left both men sore for weeks, Adam couldn't walk without limping for at least a month afterwards.

Just thinking about the past brought a smirk to The Rated R Superstar's face. If he were willing to be honest, he'd say that one time wasn't really enough to satisfy both of their anger, to quince the thirst for each other. Adam was glad the feeling for them was mutual, because after the first time, there were seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on and so forth.

He shivered with desire as he remembered the way Matty had handled him so roughly, his brutal fucks always left Adam feeling like he just went through a damn hardcore match with Stone Cold Steve Austin AND The Undertaker; but deep down he knew he'd be lying if he said he didn't love every second of it and wasn't eagerly awaiting their next encounter. Matt glanced over at the blonde Canadian, smirking knowingly.

"So… I guess Legacy is taking us out tonight to cover our absence" Jeff murmured as he finished fussing with his ring attire, smirking at Matt. "Hey no fucking in my locker room." He muttered sending a playful glare in their direction when he noticed they weren't paying him any mind. They were practically eye fucking each other!

"We won't" Adam defended crossing his arms over his chest, glaring back at the younger Hardy brother defiantly. Jeff sneered back in response, not fazed by the Canadian's glare one bit. Matt smirked as he glanced between his baby brother, and his 'secret lover', completely amused by the display.

"You don't scare me… It's like a puppy trying to be intimidating… too cute to be scary Copeland… give it up… kinda like you gave it up to my brother" Jeff mused with a smirk as both men turned bright shades of crimson. Adam and Matt both blushed profusely as Jeff grinned deciding it was best to take his leave. He spun on his heel, leaving the two embarrassed men behind him as he went search of his part time tag team partner and full time enemy.

"Your fault!" Matt and Adam both hissed at the same time watching Jeff's disappearing form. Matt grumbled under his breath as he dropped down onto one of the chairs in the locker room. Adam sighed as he sat on Matt's lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Matt blinked glancing up at Adam. "What are you doing Adam?" He asked confused as Adam shrugged. "We could get caught".

"Maybe I don't care about hiding this anymore. I mean Jeff obviously knows so it makes me wonder who else does…" Adam murmured as his eyes met Matt's, forest green meeting deep brown.

"Adam… do you… are you saying…" Matt started as Adam smiled and nodded his head yes. "I don't want to hide anymore. I don't care what people think. Jeff didn't seem mad… I mean…" Adam trailed off as Matt captured his lips in a passionate kiss, his arms sliding around Adam's waist, holding him firmly against him.

Adam moaned as he turned straddling Matt's hips to make it more comfortable for the both, his arms holding the elder Hardy against his body as they kissed. Matt moaned into Adam's mouth, as his hands took on a mind of their own and began feeling Adam up, making the blonde arch his body against a certain hardening appendage; ripping moans from both men.

Jeff smirked as he peeked into the locker room, and to think he was only bluffing when he said he knew they fucked…

End of Chapter 1. Unbeta'd all mistakes are my own. What do you guys think? Continue? Or not to? That's the question. Please Review. :D Pretty please. Reviews = Updates. :D

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