"Are you out of your fucking mind, Matthew?" Jay asked, pulling on his pants. "C'mon, Jay, I do it all the time," Matt replied, twirling the scarf in his hands. "It's fun, I swear. All you have to do is wrap it around my neck like this, then pull on it a little to tighten it." Jay pulled his t-shirt over his head and grabbed his shoes and socks. He turned to look at Matt one last time, anger, pity and fear in his eyes. "I should have listened to Adam," Jay said as he opened the door. "He said you were a freak, and when Adam says that, it's pretty bad!" With those words, Jay walked out and slammed the door.

Matt shrugged his shoulders and got up from the bed. He walked over to the phone and dialed a number. When it was answered, he asked, "Are you busy?" After making arrangements, Matt hung up the phone and went to shower. After all, he wanted things to be nice for his visitor.

Jay walked into the bar, shoes untied and shirt unbuttoned. He sat down and ordered a double shot of whiskey. Jeff saw his friend and went over to see what was wrong. Jay was on his second double shot by the time Jeff got to the bar. "What's wrong, Jay Jay?" he asked as he sat down. Jay looked over at Jeff and debated whether he should tell him or not. After all, Matt was beginning to slip over the edge. Jeff might be able to help him.

"It's Matt," Jay said. Jeff nodded. He knew how crazy his brother could make people. "What is it this time?" Jeff asked. "Did he want you to wear a dress? A collar?" Jay shook his head. "Worse," he said. Jeff looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "He break out the whips and chains?" Jeff asked. Again Jay shook his head. "What then?" Jeff asked. Jay downed his third double shot as Adam walked up. He could tell his friend was troubled, so he sat down and listened to Jay's tale.

Matt opened the door and stepped back for Mark to enter. He looked at Matt, eyeing him appreciatively. "So, you finally tired of playing with the little boys, Matthew?" he asked. Matt nodded. "Yes, sir," he answered quietly. Mark caressed Matt's cheek softly and replied, "I knew you'd come back, boy." Matt closed his eyes and leaned into Mark's touch. If felt good…safe. It was like coming home.

Jeff hung his head. "I had no idea," he said. When he raised up to look at Jay and Adam, he had tears in his eyes. Jay put his arm around Jeff and hugged him. "I'm sorry," Jay said. Adam rubbed Jeff's back, not knowing what to do or say. "I did it once," Adam said. "I was too scared to try it again." Both men nodded. "What are we gonna do?" Jeff asked. "He needs help," Adam said. Again, nods all around. "We can ask Vince," Jeff said, hopefully. The three men stood and went to find Vince, Jeff and Adam supporting Jay between them.

"God, Matt," Mark said, reaching down and grabbing Matt's hair. "You have the best tongue this side of the Mississippi." Matt smiled, which was rather difficult since his mouth was wrapped around Mark's throbbing cock. He slowly slid his fingers back into Mark's ass, brushing against his prostate. Mark moaned and bucked up into Matt's mouth. He could fill Mark tensing, so he stopped sucking and raised up, kissing Mark hard on the lips.

"Fuck me, Dead man," Matt said as he slid himself onto Mark's erection. "Gladly," Mark replied as he thrust into Matt, totally unprepared. Matt screamed in agony - and pure bliss. Mark's thrusts were uneven and brutal, just the way Matt liked it. Mark knew what Matt wanted, and he knew that he was the only person who could give it to him. As they rode the waves of pure ecstasy, Mark reached for the one thing that would complete Matt's pleasure.

Vince looked at the three men in front of him and nodded solemnly. "I'll arrange for Matt to be seen by the best psychologist I can find," he assured them. Jeff began to cry softly. "Thank you, Vince," Adam said, shaking his hand. They all stood and Adam led them out of the room. Vince sat down and sighed heavily. Drug abuse, he was used to. Hell, he had even had to pull a few asses out of the fire on statutory rape allegations. Homosexuality? He could overlook that as well. But this? Vince McMahon had never in his life dealt with something as bizarre as this. He reached for his briefcase, and telephone. Something this delicate required complete and total discretion. And he wasn't about to let Matt Hardy bring down everything he had worked for all his life, just because the boy was dysfunctional.

Jeff sat on the bed in Adam's room, rocking back and forth. "I tried so hard," he said between sobs. "But, I couldn't fix him." Jay sat next to him and pulled Jeff into his arms. "Ssh, Jeffy," he said. "It's okay." Adam sat on the other side and raised Jeff's head. "What do you mean, you tried to fix him?" Adam asked softly. Jeff sniffled. "That's why I was taking that psych class," he said. "I was tryin' to figure out why Matt was like that, and how I could fix him." Adam was glad that Jeff had lowered his head again. That way, Jeff couldn't see the sadness in his eyes. "Why didn't you ask somebody to help you…or him?" Jay asked. "Cuz Matt always took care of me," Jeff said, "so I thought I could take care of him instead."

Adam's heart was breaking at the sound of Jeff's voice. "Oh, Jeff," he said. "You can't fix him, baby. But, we'll find a way to do it, okay?" Jeff looked at Adam, then Jay. He was lucky to have such good friends, he thought. And they loved Matt, too, so they'd help.

"You like that, boy?" Mark growled into Matt's ear. Matt barely nodded. "Feels good," he whispered hoarsely. Mark thrust harder and faster, knowing that with Matt, there was no such thing as slow and easy. Mark ran the silk scarf up Matt's arm, smiling when he saw Matt shiver in anticipation. This was going to be good, he thought as he felt Matt tighten around his cock. "Tell me when," Mark said, biting down on Matt's shoulder. Matt threw his head back and growled low in his throat. "Harder," he said through clenched teeth. Mark chuckled. "Can't get much harder, boy," he said, slamming into Matt once again. "Get ready," Matt said, riding Mark like there was no tomorrow. Mark reached for the scarf. Slowly, he wrapped it around Matt's neck, tugging slightly.

Jeff was lying on the bed, after crying himself to sleep. Jay lay curled up behind him, holding him tightly. Adam sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, eyes closed. The ringing telephone jarred him awake and he reached for the receiver before it could wake Jeff and Jay. "Yeah," he said. Jay stirred on the bed, then turned to look at Adam. "Who is it?" he mouthed, but Adam waved him off. "Sure, we can do that," he said. "Yes. We'll meet you down in the lobby in an hour." Adam hung up the phone and looked at Jay.

"Sorry about that," he said. Jay nodded, indicating it was no problem. "Vince found a place for Matt to stay for a few weeks," Adam whispered. "He wants us to meet him in the lobby in an hour with Matt." Jay nodded again. Adam pulled on his shoes then rose. "You stay here with Jeff and I'll go get Matt," he said to Jay as he walked to the door. "Be ready when we get back." Adam opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

"Tighter," Matt said, slamming down onto Mark with such force that Mark was beginning to feel pain. Mark shook his head. "If I pull it any tighter, boy," he said through clenched teeth, "I might break your neck." Matt looked at him. "That's a chance I'm willing to take," he said, grabbing the ends of the scarf from Mark's large hands. Finally, Mark thought, as he placed his hands on Matt's hips to guide him. Hopeful that he could now control Matt's actions, Mark began to thrust into him a little slower.

"Almost there," Matt said. Mark looked at Matt's cock, bobbing between them. He thought about reaching down to stroke him, but Mark knew that Matt needed no extra stimulation to shoot his load. Matt felt Mark's cock tighten and knew that he was close…so close. Matt wrapped the ends of the scarf tighter around his hands, then pulled it taut around his neck. He was beginning to feel lightheaded. Perfect, Matt thought.

Matt began to slam down on Mark's cock again. Rolling his eyes, Mark refused to allow Matt to set his frenetic pace any longer. "Slow down, boy," Mark said. "This ain't no race." Matt ignored him, pulling the scarf tighter still. Mark watched as Matt's face reddened.

Matt felt the blood trying to flow through to his brain, but the scarf was firmly around his neck. He felt even more faint from the lack of oxygen and blood. His cock felt like it was on fire, and he knew that this would truly be the ultimate orgasm.

With a final thrust, Mark arched up off the bed, causing Matt to tighten the scarf even further. Mark's eyes were squeezed shut. He heard Matt gasp then collapse against him. Good, he thought. The boy was satisfied as well. Mark stroked Matt's hair, whispering to him. "Relax, Matt," he said. "It's all over now. No more pain. I made it all better for ya, boy."

When he received no response, Mark opened his eyes and looked down. He was met by the most horrific, terrifying image he had ever seen. Matt's eyes had rolled back into his head - and were standing wide open amidst his blue face. Mark threw him on the bed, muttering "oh shit." He quickly removed the scarf from Matt's neck and checked for a pulse. There was none. "Damn, boy," he said. "You really screwed up now."

He tilted Matt's head back and began to give him mouth-to-mouth. There was no response at all. Mark tried again - nothing. Trying to get his wits about him, Mark quickly pulled his clothes on, then dressed Matt. He was going to pick him up and carry him to the hospital when he realized they would ask questions.

He laid Matt back on the bed, then picked up the phone. He dialed the front desk and told them that there was a medical emergency in Matt's room. He hung up before they could ask any more questions. Mark leaned down and kissed Matt's forehead. "Sorry, boy," he said. "I'm gonna miss you…crazy kid." He quickly walked to the door and left, practically running down the hall.

Adam stepped off the elevator, only to run head first into Mark. "Sorry, big guy," Adam said to him. Mark nodded brusquely. "S'ok," he said as the elevator doors slid shut. Adam walked to Matt's room and knocked on the door. He heard the elevator open again down the hall and looked up to see the paramedics running towards Matt's room. "What's going on?" Adam asked the desk clerk who was accompanying them. "We got a call that there was a medical emergency in this room, Mr. Copeland," the young man replied, remembering Adam from earlier that day when he checked in.

Adam pushed past the clerk and into Matt's room. He stopped as soon as he saw Matt's lifeless body on the bed. "NO!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, running to Matt. The paramedics pushed him out of the way. He heard one say that Matt had no pulse. They began CPR, but it didn't work. A police officer took Adam's arm gently and lead him away from the room, to ask him some questions.

Adam told him everything, from Jay's story in the bar, to how Jeff had tried to help Matt. He told them about their meeting with Vince and how he was coming to get Matt to take him to the hospital. The officer said he would need a number to reach Adam should they have any further questions. Adam gave it to him, then remembered Jeff. "Oh god," he said. The officer looked at him and asked what was wrong, other than the obvious. "His brother," Adam said quietly. The officer reached for him notepad to take down Jeff's number. Adam shook his head. "No," Adam said. "I'll tell him."

Jay looked up when Adam opened the door. Jeff was in the bathroom. He could tell immediately that something was wrong. He rushed to Adam's side. "What is it?" he said. Adam let out the breath he had been holding. "Matt's dead," he said softly. Jay's eyes flew open in shock. The tears began to flow from his eyes. He looked up and saw that Adam was crying as well. They were holding each other when the bathroom door opened.

Jeff walked over to them and looked at Adam. When Adam turned to face him, he didn't have to say a word. Jeff knew. A part of him was missing now and he would never be the same again. He collapsed on the floor, curling up into a ball and crying softly. Jay dropped down next to him and picked Jeff up, rocking him in his arms.

Adam went over and picked up the phone. He called Matt's dad and told him, without going into any of the details. He said that the police were investigating, and would be contacting him. He asked to speak to Jeff, but Adam said he didn't think Jeff was in any condition to talk then. Adam promised to take care of Jeff and get him safely home.

After he hung up the phone, Adam told Jay that he was going to meet Vince in the lobby. The detective was waiting there for the coroner, and he walked over to Adam. "Son," he said, "I know this is hard for you, but I need to ask you some questions later, whenever you feel up to it." Adam nodded. "And, I also need to talk to anyone else who might know what happened, and those closest to him." Adam told him he would give him a list of people later.

Vince walked in and spotted Adam talking to a strange man. He made his way to them and asked what was going on. The detective explained as best as possible. Vince's face was ashen. He looked at Adam and asked how Jeff was doing. Adam said he had broken down, and that he and Jay were taking care of him. He also told Vince that he had called Matt's dad and told him what was going on.

Vince told Adam that he and Jay should take Jeff home as soon as possible. Vince even said that he would fly them to Cameron on his private jet. The detective asked Adam to stop by the police station later, before he left. Adam nodded, then said that he was going to check on Jeff. The detective began to question Vince about Matt and any trouble he might have been in.

Mark raced around the room, trying to figure out what he should do. He knew it was stupid to leave Matt alone, but he wasn't ready for the world to know about his sexual preferences. He decided that the best thing to do would be to talk to Vince.

That's strange, Mark thought as he exited the elevator. What's Vince doing here? He shrugged and walked over to him. "Hey, Vin," he said. "I need to talk to you." Vince shook his head. "Now's not a good time, Mark," he replied. "There's been an accident. Matt Hardy is dead." Mark tried to play it cool, but he couldn't keep his emotions in check. "I know," he said.

Vince looked at him. "Did you talk to Adam?" he asked. Mark shook his head. "I was there when it happened," Mark said quietly. "I didn't know what to do. Guess I panicked. I called the front desk and told them to call an ambulance. It was an accident."

"We'll let a jury decide that, sir," he heard a strange voice say behind him. "What's your name?" Mark turned to see the detective glaring at him. "Calloway," Mark said. "Mark Calloway." The detective grabbed Mark's wrist and clamped a cuff on him. "Mr. Calloway," he said, "you're under arrest for the murder of Matt Hardy."

At that moment, the elevator doors slid open and out walked Jeff, Jay and Adam. They stopped and stared as the detective read Mark his rights. Adam rushed to Vince and asked what was going on. The detective looked at Adam and said, "looks like Mr. Calloway here was involved in your friend's death." He led Mark out the door. Jeff screamed and collapsed again.

The judge banged his gavel on his desk once again. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" he asked. The foreman rose and handed the paper to the court clerk. The judge took it and opened it slowly. He addressed the jury: "Do you swear that this verdict is correct?" The jury agreed. The judge looked at Mark. "Will the defendant please rise?"

Mark stood. On the other side of the courtroom, Jeff, Adam, Jay, Matt's dad and the rest of their friends looked on, waiting to hear Mark's fate. The judge read from the verdict: "We the jury find the defendant, Mark Lucas Calloway guilty of manslaughter and reckless endangerment."

There was a bittersweet victory cry from Matt's friends and family. The judge called for order in the court, then read the sentencing. "You are hereby sentenced to 15 years in the state prison." Mark's face fell. The officers cuffed him again and led him from the courtroom.

Jeff looked down at Matt's grave. He had placed a spray of yellow roses there the day before. "Well, Matty," he said. "You always said that I was gonna be the death of you. Guess you were wrong." He sat on the soft grass beside the grave. "Mark's going to jail for 15 years. You got off lucky. You died." Jeff absentmindedly pulled weeds from around Matt's headstone. "Oh well," he said, rising up and looking over at Jay. "At least you got to come and go at the same time!" Jay reached out for Jeff's hand and together they walked off into the sunset.