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"When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box"

- Italian Proverb

000

Triple H couldn't keep himself from smiling, when he realized he had been pinned by his opponent Jeff Hardy.

"The little son of a bitch did it…"

Jeff had dealt his hand well. The younger Hardy had played opossum until Hunter set him up for the Pedigree, surprising The Game by suddenly coming alive, and wriggled his arms free. With him caught off guard, the Jeff was successfully able to pull Hunter's legs out from beneath him, roll him up, and then keep him down long enough for the pin and therefore the win.

Hunter looked over and saw Jeff roll out of the ring and jump into the audience to celebrate with them. It was a smart move, not only did that get a rise out of the crowd, but it also kept Jeff protected in case Hunter took it into his head to use his sledgehammer for a little loser's revenge.

With a surprised smile still on his face, Triple H marched up the arena ramp and headed backstage. He seemed to be caught right in between outrage and admiration for the young Hardy. He really had no idea what to do next, so he blindly meandered back toward his locker room.

By chance he met his friend and former evolution member Batista in the hallway.

"Hey, Hunter!" The animal greeted him. "You had an amazing match against Jeff..."

"It's the other way around, he fought an amazing match against me, I'm the king of kings remember?" Triple H muttered somewhat bitterly.

"That is true...that guy's gone a long way since he got that Intercontinental championship from you six years ago," Batista pointed out.

"He had a little help from big brother Matty and a chair in that one," Hunter grumbled. "At least today he beat me by himself."

"You have to admit, the guy deserves some respect…" The Animal smirked.

"I don't have to admit anything," Hunter snapped indignantly.

"At least congratulate Jeff on his victory..." Batista shrugged and looked at the clock. "I have to get going... I need to get ready for Undertaker and Edge."

Hunter managed a slight grin for his friend. "Good luck, don't let Edge cheat you out of your title."

"Ha!" Batista laughed. "Between me and old 'Taker I doubt he'll be able to slip past us."

Hunter watched his friend go for a moment, before turning and continuing on his way to his locker room. When he arrived he threw on his conqueror T-shirt and was about to take off the rest of his wrestling gear when his mind flitted back to the match.

In truth, the contrasting feelings of anger and admiration were confusing him; however, his body seemed to know just what to do with those feelings. He picked up his bag and left his locker room.

Perhaps he would go "congratulate" Jeff Hardy after all…

000

Triple H opened the door to Jeff's locker room to find the young Hardy on the far end sitting on a bench, massaging his lower back himself. No doubt he was still aching from the missed Swanton Bomb earlier.

The Rainbow-haired Warrior was still dressed in his wrestling gear as well; he hadn't even taken off his arm stockings.

Jeff jumped a little when Triple H stepped into the room. "Oh, hey, Hunter."

"Hey…" Triple said coldly.

"That was a good match...It was an honor to fight you in that ring... No hard feelings, I hope." Jeff got up slowly and winced when his back seemed to scream at him for forcing it to bear weight.

"Nah," Hunter finally grinned and waved a hand casually. "It seems that missed Swanton is coming back to bite you."

"No shit," Jeff muttered.

"Yeah, I've seen some of your other matches," Hunter chuckled. He paused, thinking for a moment. Then he saw a way to hopefully get his hands on Jeff. "Need some help with that? I have had so many massage therapies of my own; I've picked up some techniques."

Jeff was apprehensive as to why The Game was suddenly being so nice to him. Did he really want his former opponent's hands anywhere near his spine? On the other hand, Hunter didn't seem vengeful. They were allies right before the match and The Game fought Jeff fair and square in the ring.

"Um…sure…" he said carefully and sat back down on the bench, his back facing Hunter.

"Good," Triple H smirked, tossing his bag on the ground.

He knelt down behind Jeff and began to massage the young Hardy's back. Jeff had to admit it felt good.

Triple H watched Jeff carefully, as soon as the younger man relaxed, The Game subtly slipped his hands lower, past the waistline of Jeff's pants.

"H-Hunter, what are you doing?" Jeff stammered when he realized where The Game's hands were going.

"My hands slipped," Hunter slyly explained.

Jeff stood up, freeing himself from Hunter's grasp. The Rainbow-haired Warrior decided this was getting too risky already, and he didn't want to play with The Game anymore.

"Um... I think that's enough for now, I gotta get back to my hotel," Jeff packed up his things quickly, and shouldering his bag, he headed for the door.

"You sure your back is better?" Hunter reached out and grabbed Jeff's arm, halting the younger Hardy's retreat. "It could still hurt later on, especially since you're fighting tomorrow night."

Jeff pulled his arm free of the other man's grip and took a few steps back. "I'm in a tag match with Shawn, it won't be that bad. I'm not facing Umaga or anything."

"But you're against my former protégé' Randy Orton..." Hunter warned, taking a few steps towards Jeff. "If he gets a hand on you… You could be in a world o' hurt. And there's Kennedy… He'll try to attack you when the referee's distracted, allowing Randy to catch you…"

Jeff kept slowly backing towards the door. "Shawn'll have my back," he said nervously.

"Kennedy could get him while Orton attacks you." Triple H quickly closed the distance between them.

"I can handle Orton. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to…" Jeff turned around and grabbed the doorknob.

The Game made his move. He grabbed Jeff, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist, and practically shoved his tongue down the surprised Hardy's throat, in a passionate kiss.

He pushed Jeff up against the nearby wall, to trap him more effectively. However, the Rainbow-haired Warrior was able to grab his bag by the handle, and ram it into Hunter's abdomen. It wasn't enough to free him from the Game completely, but at least it broke the ravishing kiss so Jeff could catch his breath.

"What the fuck was that?" Jeff shouted. "What happened to your love for Stephanie?"

"Now you listen," Hunter growled, sandwiching Jeff between himself and the wall. "She's the only woman I've ever loved, but sometimes I lust after other people, more specifically men, particularly, when they beat me in a fight," he sneered. "Somewhere between outrage and admiration I guess, they are two very passionate feelings."

"So you've been doing this to every guy that ever beat you, like John and Shawn and all of those? That's sick!" Jeff snarled in disgust.

"Not every guy," Hunter shrugged. "Shawn wouldn't go for it, but that's because his wife isn't as open minded as Steph. Cena on the other hand…" A sly smile crossed the Game's face. "He screamed my name and came like a rushing river."

"I didn't need to hear that! Get the hell away from me" Jeff tried in vain to push Triple H away.

The Game only tightened his grip on Jeff's shoulders. "You beat me once; let's see you do it again!"

Jeff kicked Hunter in the shins, it wasn't much, but it was enough to throw the larger man off balance, which allowed Jeff to push him away and make a break for the door. However, Triple H quickly recovered and leapt forward, grabbing the strap of Jeff's duffel bag. He jerked the Jeff back toward him and kicked the younger man's legs out from under him.

The younger man hit his head hard on the floor as he fell. Now he hurt from both ends.

Hunter crawled on top of the dazed Rainbow-Haired Warrior, and slipped his hand down in between the unsuspecting Hardy's legs.

Jeff froze as a pleasurable shiver ran through his frame, caused by his body's innate response to Hunter's touch. Triple H smirked as Jeff's cheeks reddened. The Game's ministrations were having their desired effect.

Perhaps it was the residual adrenaline high or all of the pheromones in the air, but In a moment of weakness, from the intoxicating sensations he was experiencing, Jeff let out a small moan of pleasure. Hunter grinned wickedly at the reaction he was getting from his former opponent. "That's right, Hardy. So tell me, does it feel good?"

This moment of weakness on Jeff's part reminded Hunter of that moment in their match when Jeff hesitated to punch him. In return, Triple H had given him a hard slap across the face, angry that the Rainbow Haired Warrior had shown such a lack of resolve in a fight.

However, now The Game wanted the younger Hardy to be weak, he wanted to conquer the man who had beaten him, if not in a fight, then in some other way.

"No…" Jeff rasped when he reclaimed some of his senses despite the fog of pleasure. He pushed Hunter's hand away and grabbed one of the benches for leverage to pull himself out from underneath the bigger man's weight.

Jeff got to his feet, but he was off balance, brought on by fatigue and the blow to the head he had received from being knocked to the floor. Hunter quickly caught up and tackled him. Jeff landed hard on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. Still, his adrenaline was pumping at full blast, and despite the lack of air in his lungs, he tried with all his might to push himself up.

However, Triple H would have none of it and he pulled Jeff's arms out from underneath the young Hardy, effectively pinning him to the floor. Almost as if he were punishing him for trying to escape, the Game drove his knee into Jeff's already sore lower back, causing the younger Hardy to cry out in agony.

"So you still have some fight left in you, eh?" Hunter sneered into Jeff's ear. "Good! I like a challenge, it wouldn't be any fun if you were completely broken. I just need to tame you a little."

"Well what are you waiting for?" Jeff growled, he was determined to be defiant until the end. Hunter's intentions had already been made crystal clear by his actions so far. He went over his options of how to get out of this, with his virginity and his lower back intact. Hunter was a determined man who almost always got what he wanted, and if he wanted Jeff to spread his legs for the King of Kings, it would probably happen sooner or later. Hell he was surprised Hunter hadn't already ripped off his clothes and taken advantage of him right there.

"I have a proposition for you Jeff Hardy." Hunter said huskily in his ear, as strange combination of a business-like air and lust. "Give me what I want, and I'll have your back. Refuse and I can't guarantee that I will take it very well."

Jeff mulled it over. Even though he was technically straight and only had actual sex with a woman, that didn't mean he'd never had a homoerotic fantasy in his head. He had just never had another male be interesting enough to take that leap to "the other team" so to speak, even as an experiment.

Hunter had been one of those in brain fantasies. The raw, unbridled, masculine power had caught the eye of the 24 year old Jeff Hardy when they first fought over the intercontinental championship back in 2001. There was something about Hunter that had made his blood rush, then again so did standing on a ladder before a screaming crowd. Back then he was up for just about anything new and exciting. If Hunter had come to him then he might have flopped on his back out of sheer curiosity. However, back then when Jeff might have submitted with little effort on Hunter's part, Triple H did not have any interest in pursuing him. Oh the irony.

Now, Five years older, five years wiser. Supposedly. He would not let the Triple H simply take what he wanted. If he played along, then he could his own terms for the surrender of his body. In order to not be completely conquered he would have to play The Game.

"Okay," Jeff gasped, trying to get enough air back into his lungs to speak.

Triple H lightened up very slightly to give Jeff some more breathing room, curious at what the young Hardy had to say. "What?"

"Just this once…" Jeff swallowed hard, but found that the thought of this bargain didn't turn his stomach as much as he thought. Perhaps some of those fanciful sentiments from his younger self had carried over. "If I let you have your way with me, will you leave me alone from now on, and never try this stunt on me again?"

Hunter frowned slightly as he had expected Jeff to put up more of a fight, but he shook off the feeling in favor of his anticipation of conquering the rainbow-haired warrior. "Deal."

"You promise?" Jeff quirked his eyebrow at him.

To show he meant what he said, Triple H let Jeff's arms go, and held up his now free hands. "I promise."

"All right… All right…" Jeff murmured as Hunter got off him. "Just go easy on my back okay, oh and if I get a STD from this, I'm suing you!"

Hunter laughed. "Don't worry I've been tested regularly."

"Can we lock the door or something?" Jeff muttered.

Triple H nodded, he too did not want anyone walking in on them, though for different reasons than Jeff's. He locked the door and turned back to the Rainbow-haired Warrior with a smirk. "It's just you and me now."

"Great," Jeff muttered dryly, as he got to his feet and staggered into the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Triple H demanded.

"I don't know…" Jeff sighed, stopping at the entrance to the showering area. "Having sex in the middle of the locker room just seems so low class."

Triple H laughed. "I like the way you think." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small tube of personal lubricant.

The Rainbow-haired warrior just rolled his eyes as he stepped into the shower area. "Let's just get this over with."

Hunter smirked as he grabbed Jeff's arm, turning the young Hardy around and, pressing their lips together. Jeff automatically tensed up when his lips met. He could feel Hunter's tongue trying to tease his mouth open. For the sake of the promise, Jeff obeyed and parted his lips and teeth to allow Triple H entrance.

Hunter's hands slipped down to grope Jeff's bottom, while his tongue caressed the younger man's mouth. Triple H counted himself lucky, Jeff had apparently eaten some skittles before, so his mouth tasted sweet, just like candy.

Jeff, unsure of what to do with his hands, hesitantly raised them up and placed them on Hunter's shoulders, in an awkward embrace. He felt his stomach turn at the feel of Triple H's hands all over him and the older man's tongue practically shoved down his throat.

Unfortunately, Hunter made the mistake of moving his hands up from Jeff's bottom to grip his waist, which led to impinging on Hardy's lower back.

Jeff broke the kiss and pushed Triple H away.

"I said take it easy on my back man!" The Rainbow-haired warrior snapped.

"Sorry," Hunter said softly. He was genuinely apologetic; although seeing Jeff mad and flustered like this with his short purple and red streaked hair all mussed up about his face only turned the Game on even more. "How about we just get right down to the real business?"

"Might as well," Jeff grumbled, massaging his back a little. "How do you want me? Lying down? Bent over? Against the wall?"

As much as he wanted to see Jeff naked and bent over on his knees, The Game didn't want to give him an excuse to interrupt their love making because of a sore back.

"Lying down might be easier on your back overall," Hunter shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Man, you are an amateur at this."

"Look I've never actually been fucked by anyone before," Jeff admitted. "I've done the fucking, but I've never been on the receiving end. So I have no idea what I'm doing." He lay down on the cold shower floor. It actually felt good against his back. He bent his knees up so he could flatten his back against the cool tiles even more.

"Now should I take off my pants or do you do that?" Jeff asked dryly.

Hunter's eyebrows shot up at Jeff's admission. "You mean to tell me, you're a virgin?"

Jeff let out an exasperated sigh. "As far as getting penetrated, yes…"

"You?" Triple H chuckled as if it was all just a big joke Jeff was playing. "I don't believe it."

Jeff propped himself up on his elbows and gave the Game an incredulous look. "Why not? It's the truth."

Hunter kept right on sniggering. "Come on, the rainbow hair and the nails, and the arm stocking things. You mean to tell me you're not…"

"No. I'm not officially." Jeff said flatly.

Jeff was not a virgin in the sense he had never had sex before. He's had many sexual encounters, but he had never had anyone penetrate him before, mainly because contrary to the popular locker room belief, he was straight.

Triple H stopped laughing. "And you've never…?"

"No."

"You mean you and Chris Jericho didn't…?

"No."

"You and Edge or Christian never got it on back in the day?"

"NO!"

"With Matt? I know you two are brothers, but you two are awfully close…"

"NO, you sick bastard!"

"What about you and Shawn?"

"No!"

"RVD?"

"No…"

"A.J. Styles?"

"For the last time, Hunter, I've never fucked a guy or been fucked by anyone period!"

Triple H stared at Jeff blankly for a moment, before a Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. He sauntered casually over to the Rainbow-haired Warrior and in a rare show of tenderness; he gently brushed the messy red and purple hair out of the young Hardy's face.

Jeff tensed up, more apprehensive about a soft touch from The Game than a harsh one. After all, a slap in the face was just that, a slap in the face; however, a soft touch could have a hidden meaning, or simply be the calm before the great storm.

"Relax," Hunter whispered, carefully pushing Jeff's legs down flat. He then went to work on unbuckling the belt around Jeff's cargo jeans. He chuckled a little when he finished with the buckle and unzipped the pants. "Who would have thought I would be the one to pop little Jeffie's cherry."

"Oh God…" Jeff groaned and rolled his eyes, before laying back down on to the floor and, covering his face with his hands, to hide his reddening cheeks as Hunter tugged his cargo jeans and underwear down past his knees. The garments couldn't come off all the way on account that Jeff still had his wrestling boots on.

"Ready?"

"Just do it."

000

Completely spent, Hunter leaned forward to rest his forehead against Jeff's chest. After catching his breath, Triple H lifted his head to look at the young Hardy. He expected Jeff to be just as flushed, and panting as he was, however, the Rainbow-haired Warrior just blinked at him, giving The Game an almost "Are you done yet?" look.

While Triple H had been enjoying the pleasures of Jeff's body, Jeff had focused on the wall at the other end of the showers and counted tiles made use of his abilities to shut himself off from his lower body. This was a method he often employed after a particularly hard match to cope with the pain until the pain medication kicked in. It was sort of a pseudo meditative state.

Hunter had paid no heed to what Jeff was doing. His eyes had been closed, as he had been completely over taken by the pleasurable sensations. It had been a long time since he had taken a virgin and the new experience had sent waves of ecstasy running through his veins. Not to mention the dominance he had over The Rainbow-haired Warrior, was an intoxicating drug.

A few moments of awkward silence passed between them before Jeff made the first move of lifting his legs off Hunter's shoulders and, pulling his cargo jeans back up. Hunter automatically followed suit, but his mind was elsewhere.

Even though he had just taken the young Hardy for all he was worth, he felt strangely deprived once he found out Jeff hadn't really been a part of it at all. The Game hadn't accomplished what he had set out to do. He had not conquered The Rainbow-haired Warrior.

Jeff shakily stood up, wincing as he tried walking. "Great now my whole backside hurts. Thanks a lot." He started heading out of the room, when Triple H caught him by the arm.

"Wait a minute; you weren't paying attention at all were you?"

"What did you think would happen when you came in here like Rambo without a jockstrap and tried to force yourself on me?" Jeff snapped. "Did you really expect me to cry in ecstasy, scream your name like John did?" The young Hardy turned to leave again, but Triple H pulled on his arm.

"We had an agreement!" Hunter growled.

"Look, man!" Jeff whirled around to face the Game. "I said I would let you have your way with me. I never said I would be an active participant."

Triple H grumbled to himself as Jeff's bargain seemed air tight. In his eagerness to get into Jeff's pants, Hunter had not fully considered all of the terms of the agreement. It seemed the young Hardy had played his hand well to keep himself from being conquered completely, even though he allowed Hunter complete sexual rights. He did not call out Hunter's name in ecstasy, he did not beg or plead for more, he did not moan in pain or pleasure; instead, he had just shut himself off from his body, and ignored what was going on until Triple H was finished with him. This left The Game very unsatisfied.

Hunter was about to storm out of the room, when he realized there was a discrepancy that neither he nor Jeff had noticed before. He grabbed Jeff by his shoulders and pinned him against the wall.

"Is that so?" Triple H grinned wickedly, "Well I think I've just found a loophole."

With that Hunter shoved his hand down the front of Jeff's pants and cupped the younger man's budding erection, brought on by their previous activity. Apparently, Jeff could not control all of his body's innate responses to stimulation. The young Hardy let out a gasp both in surprise and pleasure as Hunter massaged his sensitive areas in a most rousing manner.

When Jeff reclaimed some of his senses from the fog of pleasure, he slid his own hand down to stop Triple H's ministrations. "Stop… You… promised…" Jeff said between ragged breaths.

"Ah…uh…" The Game corrected, with a sneer. "The agreement was you would let me have my way with you today, and from then on I'd leave you alone. Well I'm not done yet for the day. I admit I get quite a kick out of turning other people on, particularly when they beg for it. Now remove your hand or the deal is off."

The sneer on Hunter's face grew even broader when he saw the fear and shock on the young Hardy's face as he realized The Game had completely turned the tables on him. Slowly, Jeff removed his own hand and let it rest at his side, allowing Triple H full and unhindered access to him.

"You thought you could out play the Game?" Triple H snarled quietly into Jeff's ear. "That was your fatal mistake." He continued to knead Jeff's arousal, relishing the lusty moans that escaped Jeff's lips. Jeff knew how to block out pain, but not pleasure. This was just what Hunter wanted, Jeff completely at his mercy. He and only he would control the young Hardy's pleasure or pain. Hunter was massaged Jeff; it just weak enough to not make the young Hardy climax and release too soon. He knew Jeff's erection was growing painfully hard, and at the right moment he stopped fondling all together.

The young Hardy opened his eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for? Finish it," he rasped.

"Beg for it," Hunter hissed, giving Jeff's crotch a painful squeeze, eliciting a choked whimper from the young Hardy.

After absorbing the pain Jeff furrowed his brow in disbelief and anger. "You son of a bitch…"

Triple H frowned and squeezed harder. "I said beg!"

"No!" Jeff growled defiantly through teeth clenched in pain.

"Beg!" The Game demanded again.

Jeff's face contorted from pain to anger. "No! I won't let you force me to beg! If you don't finish it I'll do it myself!"

Triple H frowned, even after all this, even in the vulnerable position he had him in; The Rainbow Haired Warrior was still defiant.

"What makes you think I won't rip your balls off for your continued insolence?" The Game challenged Jeff.

The Rainbow-haired Warrior smirked. "Because if you injured me too badly I'd have to go to the hospital and then everyone will know about your little liaisons. Even though Stephanie is open-minded, Vince may not be. At the very least he would be pissed about everyone finding out."

Hunter looked at the young Hardy, utterly flabbergasted. He didn't know whether to beat the shit out of Jeff, or pat him on the back for his resilience and a game well played.

Triple H loosened his grip. "Well played, Hardy."

"I learned from the best." Jeff put on a strained smirk, as his body was still pleading for an orgasm. "All of those times, you guys all thought I was off in my own little world, I was listening to every word and every plan you said."

"Clever, boy…" The Game murmured coldly, angry at himself at just how much he had underestimated the Rainbow-haired Warrior. "All right, Hardy, you won… again," he admitted grudgingly.

"Thanks," Jeff hissed through clenched teeth. His erection was literally aching for an orgasm. "Can you leave now?"

"Oh no, Jeff," Hunter smirked. "I would be a sore loser if I just left you hanging, I should finish what I started."

The young Hardy's eyes rolled back into his head as he closed them. His grimaced, not in pain but in pleasure as Hunter continued his ministrations. It did not take long as Jeff was practically on the verge already. Hunter leaned forward and fervently kissed Jeff on the lips. With his mind completely swimming with passion, Jeff kissed him just as ardently back.

The Rainbow-haired Warrior broke the kiss, catching his breath, as he climaxed. He leaned his head against The Game's shoulder, panting in the aftermath of ecstasy. After his breath had slowed, he pulled away from the larger man and leaned against the wall, his loins still trembling from the experience. His legs weak, he slowly slid down the wall into a sitting position.

After Jeff had collected himself a little more, he laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" Triple H looked down at him, a little offended that Jeff was laughing at the situation.

"I was just thinking," Jeff grinned tiredly, "I'm glad I brought an extra pair of pants with me."

Hunter laughed as well. "Must have been fate."

When his laughter had calmed down, Jeff dared to ask the question that had been nagging at the back of his mind the entire time. "Are you a virgin, Hunter?" the young Hardy asked carefully. "I'm mean, the way I was, before you took it."

Triple H looked away as he seemed to debate within himself of whether to tell Jeff or not.

"No I'm not…" Hunter finally admitted.

Jeff's eyebrows shot up as he wondered who had actually deflowered The Game. "Who was it?"

"That's personal…" Triple H murmured, rubbing the back of his head.

"You just had your dick up my ass. How much more personal can you get?" Jeff chuckled in spite of himself.

"Shawn," Hunter confessed quietly.

Jeff's jaw dropped. "You and Shawn? But I thought you said you didn't because of his wife."

"This was before he was married. It was back in ninety-six when Shawn and I were part of the 'Clique' and I returned the favor to him," Hunter explained with a somewhat wistful sigh.

"So that's why you two have remained so close all this time," Jeff said thoughtfully. "You deflowered each other."

Hunter shrugged. "It wasn't just that, but it was a big starting point for it. No one knows except me and Shawn and Stephie, and now you…" Suddenly, Triple H narrowed his eyes at he young Hardy. "If you tell anyone what went on or was said here I will destroy you."

"As long as you keep up your end of the promise, I won't have to," Jeff assured him. He frowned a little. "Although…"

"What?" The Game growled warningly.

"I should probably tell Matt."

"Why?"

Jeff sighed, looking a little embarrassed. "He's my brother; he'll know something out of the ordinary happened, the minute I walk in the door."

"I see your point," Hunter conceded. "Alright, him, but no one else and make sure his lips are zipped as well."

Jeff nodded firmly. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to take a shower. I'm feeling a little…sticky…"

"Go right ahead, don't mind me," Hunter leaned against the other wall.

"I do mind," Jeff said adamantly. "See the shower is Jeff's relaxation alone time."

"Ah," Hunter chuckled. "In that case I'd better be on my way."

"I take it; you got what you came for?" Jeff said softly, as he shakily stood up.

"Not exactly what I planned," Hunter said, before smirking again. "But I still had a good time. Too bad we won't be doing it again."

"Yeah, too bad," Jeff said dryly.

Triple H stopped in the shower doorway, the Cheshire cat grin on his face again. "Well, if you change your mind, I'm not hard to find."

The Rainbow-haired Warrior shook his head with an amused smile on his face. "I don't think so, even if I wanted to, you're too dangerous even for a risk-taker like me. I don't want to play with The Game more than I have to. I might lose big time."

"I definitely underestimated you Hardy," The Game said. He came back into the room and wrapped one arm around Jeff's waist, this time taking extra care not to aggravate the young Hardy's back. He gave Jeff a tender, rather chaste kiss on the lips. "Good luck at the Royal Rumble." And with that Hunter left.

Jeff just stood there for a few minutes trying to sort out just how to feel about the experience. He wasn't happy about what Hunter had inevitably made him do, yet at the same time he didn't feel used. There were moments he hated and moments when he actually enjoyed it a little. If he had to lose his virginity, at least it was to the King of Kings.

If it had been the young Hardy's very first sexual experience it might have been very traumatizing, but he was a veteran, he decided to take it as a learning experience as to how to safely play one of Hunter's games if he had no other choice in the future. He was proud of himself at how well he had had mentally kept himself from being broken and conquered by The Game.

The Rainbow-haired warrior felt a smile creep across his face at the memory of Triple H acknowledging that he had won. That made it all worth it.

000

This little one-shot popped into my head after I watch Jeff and Triple H's match at Armageddon 2007. I wondered how Triple H might react to his loss to Hardy. Like Hunter said anger towards someone and admiration for them are both very powerful feelings. So how do deal with such contrasting, yet powerful feelings?

This is also kind of a response to some of the other Jeff Hardy/Triple H fics. In a lot of them I thought, Hunter was a little too much of a sadist. Sure he can be man who likes to be master over people, but he is also smart enough to know that if he goes too far with his antics outside of the ring, he could get in big trouble. Also, he likes to play games, it's too easy just to force himself on someone, anybody can do that with a gun or drugs or too much alcohol. Hunter would play his game so the target would agree to it.

Also a lot of the fics portrayed Jeff as a helpless victim, often times naïve. Jeff is a lot of things, but after being in the WWE and around people like Hunter for some time, he's not naïve. Even in his younger days. On top of that, he's a fighter, even if he was naïve and found himself in a bad situation because of it, he would fight all the way to get himself out of it. He'd have to be either unconscious or drugged up, to just give up. When I say fighting I don't just mean throwing punches, it also means getting out of a situation the best way you can, even if it means compromising. Jeff's smart enough to beat someone at their own game. Fighting means you survive, you don't give up just because you think it's hopeless or futile. Jeff is definitely a survivor.

Okay, I think I've rambled enough here. I hope you enjoyed the story! Please review, I hope I got Jeff and Triple H's characters mostly right in this, despite my views. so I'm really curious to see how I did.

Thank you!

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