Title: Brotherly Love & Hate.

Author: FDQ.

Disclaimer: Hmmm… they are not mine. Never have been and never will be.

Distribution: Anywhere. Just ask me.

Warning: Profanity, incest, angst, character death and male/male rape.

Rating: NC-17.

Notes: Jeff Hardy POV.

The bastard has used me one too many times now! He treats me like I’m some sort of toy. When other people are around he acts like a normal brother, but as soon as we’re alone… then he is completely different.

I remember the first time it happened. It was last year. He started touching me. It felt wrong, but good. Then when he wanted to undress me then I refused to let him. He didn’t appreciate that. He WANTED to strip me! And so he did. I could only struggle and fight, try to keep him away, but he kept doing what he did!

He raped me…

I was crying. I felt so violated. So disgusting and dirty. It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have let it happen. He made me cry. Made me miserable. Made me bleed.

I can no longer count how many times it has happened. More times than I even want to remember. I never knew a brother could do such things. Hurting me physically and emotionally. But never again! Now it is my turn…

It’s time for him to taste the pain, fear and humiliation he gave me. I’ll give it all back to him, only that I won’t leave him crying. I’ll leave him bleeding. I’m sick of his twisted games he play. It’s game over for him now. I’ll make sure of that! I will make him pay! I hate him for the things he has done to me.

I’m getting closer to his room now. It’s late so he will probably be sleeping. I hope he will. It would allow me to slip into his room without him noticing.

It’s really dark here. Almost black. Only a thin line of light cracks through the curtains as I slowly open his bedroom door. It makes a squeaky noise. He shifts in his sleep. I freeze. Not moving. Not breathing. He doesn’t wake up. Thank God!

I release the breath I was holding and move further into the darkness. I manage to shut the door behind me. It still makes a faint noise, but not as loud as before. Still he doesn’t wake up.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and the blood pumping through my veins. I clench my fists. Just looking at him like this. Vulnerable. It makes me want to hurt him.

Again he shifts, turning onto his back. The sheets slips a bit below his waist, revealing a hipbone. He is sleeping nude. Perfect! A wicked grin smeared across my face, I take a few more steps until I am positioned next to the bed, gazing at him.

I can hear his soft breathing. He seems so harmless now, but I know he’s not.

I reach a hand out and tangle my fingers in the sheets covering his naked body, cautiously pulling them off him. I glance at his exposed body. I’ve seen it so many times, always known that it meant pain and tears, but this time it’s different. Way different. Tonight I will inflict pain and cause tears. Not him.

Matt. My brother. I hate you.

I turn my gaze to a pillow next to his head. I tilt my head. I just got an idea. I grab the pillow before carefully climbing onto the bed. The mattress shifts underneath my weight.

Abruptly his eyes flashes open, staring at me. Before he has a chance to push me away from him, I place a hand around his throat. I let the pillow fall back on the bed and grab his wrist when he tries to hit me.

I got him!

He struggles, but I won’t let go of him. I tighten my grip around his throat, his eyes huge with desperation. I release his wrist, using my free hand now to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I want him to feel exactly what I’ve felt! Every single thing!

He is kicking with his legs, his hands trying to make me to let go of him. Won’t happen, me dear brother! I force his legs apart, placing myself in between them before entering his tight hole, hard and rough! Just like he did to me!

He cries out in pain, eyes squeezing shut against the pain. I instantly begin moving in him. Not allowing him to get used to me inside of him.

I pound into him, tearing him apart. I can feel his blood. I can nearly taste it! He keeps crying. Pleading me to stop! Hell no! You fucked me whenever you wanted to… I want you to go through the same!

I grab the pillow again, this time placing it over his face. Writhing under me, desperately trying to remove the pillow, but I keep it tightly pressed against him. Suffocating him…

I drive into him. Harder and faster than before. I can hear his muffled screams.

After struggling against me he finally seems to weaken. I can feel the need to climax. I forcefully increase the pace of my thrusting. His arms slowly fall. His body slumping against the mattress. I won’t stop. Not yet.

Thrusting one final time, hard, I bury myself in him. Grinning triumphantly as I release my seeds into his body.

He’s not moving. Not breathing. I killed him. I fucked him and killed him.

I remove the pillow. His eyes glaring at me, cold and abandoned from all life. No more, Matt. No longer will you hurt me! It’s over now. I love you… and hate you…