"I can't believe the little bitch bit me!" the nurse snarled as he stormed into the restroom, moving to the sink to wash the blood from his hand. The two nurses behind him mumbled their commiseration on his unfortunate tussle with the Moore boy.

As psychiatric nurses on the ward dealing with the most violent cases, they were used to being attacked by patients from time to time, but being bitten by the new boy was a little embarrassing. He was only small, and there was no way he should have been able to so much as score a touch on any of them. They were only just bringing him in too - humiliating them on the first occasion they encountered him was likely to be something he'd pay dearly for.

"Is it alright, Frank? It won't need stitches, will it?" The speaker strained to see over Frank's shoulder.

"Nah, it'll be okay. Bitch needs to be taught a lesson. When I work out how, he'll fucking regret biting me."

Having cleaned the wound, Frank stomped off to the nurses' break room, snarling as he opened cupboards looking for the first aid kit.

"Problem, Frank?" inquired Dr. Jones as he breezed through the door.

"No, just a little bite, nothing I can't deal with. Did you want something, Doctor?"

Dr. Jones barely looked up from the clipboard he was scribbling on. "Yes, just wanted to let you know that there have been some miscalculations by the executives. Double-booked us, so to speak. You're going to have to put that Moore kid in with one of the other patients for the night."

"Which one, Doctor?"

"Use your judgement," the doctor snapped. "I have quite enough decisions to make, thank you very much."

Watching Dr. Jones march out of the room, Frank sighed at the prospect of having to deal with Moore again. At least he was sedated now, but he was furious at the thought of having to take care of him after that vicious bite. He was pondering the problem of which patient to put Moore in with when the perfect revenge occurred to him.

"Are you sure about this, Frank? I mean, he was probably pretty scared and all..."

"He's going to get the full treatment. He fucking bit me, he deserves to suffer."

"Yeah, but this?"

"Will you shut up and help me carry him?"

Not having the strength of personality to stand up to Frank, Phillip sadly picked up Moore's ankles and helped Frank carry him from the trolley to the door. He felt sorry for the boy as he looked over his slight frame, noting the delicate features and knowing that they'd probably look very different when they got him out in the morning.

Of all the people to put him in with... Phillip made a mental note never to annoy Frank, since he obviously had a mean streak a mile wide. This patient was known for being the most violent of the whole ward, and some of the very few patients who'd got near him before had been in intensive care for weeks afterwards - he was incredibly territorial, and would mercilessly attack anyone whom he considered to be invading his domain. As a rule, the nurses fed him by pushing a tray through a slot they opened in the door, and only ventured into the room when he was asleep. Even then, they'd sedate him to ensure he didn't wake up while they were there. He couldn't be reasoned with; he hadn't spoken in years, and the staff weren't too sure he even understood language anymore.

Feeling extremely guilty for going along with the scheme, Phillip moved to take Moore's straitjacket off but Frank stopped him.

"He'll only get it worse from Hardy if he tries to defend himself."

He was right, Phillip supposed, and was grateful that Frank didn't appear to intend for the boy to be too badly beaten. Although that wasn't too much consolation, since there was unlikely to be any way they could get Moore back out until Hardy was asleep again, and in that situation 'badly' was a relative term.

"I'm sorry, Shannon," he whispered, low enough that Frank couldn't hear him over the slight sound of the door being swung open. Keeping a watchful eye on the sleeping man on the floor on the other side of the room, the two nurses quickly deposited their burden on the bed and got out of the room before Jeff Hardy stirred.

Shannon sighed as he began to drift into wakefulness, struggling to rub his eyes before discovering that he was still in the hated straitjacket. He blinked in the near-darkness, the only light in the room flooding through the window in the door from the hallway beyond. He rolled onto his side, then went as still as a hunted animal on seeing the naked man squatting on the floor staring at him.

Helpless as he was, he wanted to scream when Jeff strode toward him but his throat wouldn't work. He was confronted for a second by deep emerald eyes only inches from his own before being nudged until he fell off the side of the bed.

He squeaked a little as he was gripped by the shoulders and pulled to his feet, but some instinct told him that resisting or screaming would get him hurt. His best course of action was to remain acquiescent and try to convey that he wasn't a threat. The suspicion and danger in the eyes of the man circling him convinced him of that quickly.

He stayed as still as he could when Jeff leaned in and sniffed at his neck. He was scared, but not as scared as he thought he ought to be. He watched carefully as Jeff stepped back and seemed to consider something, holding his breath when Jeff brought a hand up and felt his features as though he had no sight. Jeff sniffed at him again and Shannon started to relax as he saw the hostility beginning to fade from his eyes.

Frank and Phillip looked on from the window in the door, more than a little surprised that Jeff hadn't started beating the boy to a bloody pulp yet. They saw Shannon jump a bit as Jeff took hold of his hair and yanked his head back, but remain in place as Jeff drew his tongue up the exposed throat in a long lick.

"I swear he gets more like an animal every day," Frank said, shaking his head. "What the fuck's he trying to do?"

They got their answer when Jeff began removing Shannon's pants; as he moved he stepped out of the shadows, and his arousal became evident when the light fell on his groin. Jeff seemed to be unaware of things like buttons and zips, so there was little doubt the pants would be unusable after he'd finally taken them from Shannon's body. Phillip began to panic.

"This isn't funny, Frank, we've got to get him out of there. It wasn't right in the first place, putting him in there for a kicking, but this..." He allowed Frank to shush him with a wave of his hand.

"Uh, I think if we tried to get him out, it's not just Jeff we'd have to fight," Frank asserted, as Shannon's erection was revealed when the last scraps of material were pulled from him.

Jeff licked his lips as he trailed his hands along Shannon's sleek thighs. Smiling to himself, he placed a finger at the base of Shannon's throbbing hard-on and slowly drew it up the length, studying his body intently. Suddenly, he pushed him back to the bed, Shannon losing his balance without the use of his arms and sitting down with a thump.

Tangling his fingers in Shannon's hair again, Jeff pulled his face close to his groin, taking hold of his own erection and pushing it toward the younger man. Complying immediately, Shannon wet his lips and slid them over the head of the gorgeous specimen Jeff proffered to him. He barely had time to savour the taste before Jeff was tugging on his hair, forcing him to take more of it. He obediently took it as deep as he could, bobbing his head a couple of times, understanding from something in Jeff's frighteningly intense eyes that the act wasn't about pleasing Jeff. It was about lubrication.

Jeff soon withdrew from Shannon's mouth, his cock sparkling with saliva now in the dim light. He pushed two of his fingers at Shannon's lips and Shannon sucked on them equally complacently. Grinning, Jeff pulled his fingers away and pushed Shannon down onto his back. He appeared to think for a second, then turned him over onto his stomach, pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them.

Shannon began to tense up, apprehension creeping over him as he considered that he was naked with his legs spread before a man he didn't even know, and in the straitjacket he definitely had no chance of defending himself. When Jeff started to push a finger into him though, he decided he really didn't care and pushed back earnestly, trying his best to relax. He felt body heat near his back and realised Jeff had bent down over him, and a moment later he felt Jeff nipping roughly at his neck. He squealed and squirmed, getting harder by the second and abandoning himself to Jeff's ministrations. Not that he really had too much choice.

"God, more" Something told him that Jeff probably couldn't understand him, but he needed to say it anyway.

Regardless of whether or not Jeff could comprehend the words, he obviously understood the begging tone to Shannon's voice. He eased a second finger into him, moving them in slow circles and separating them, concentrating more on stretching him than turning him on, although he was actually doing a pretty good job of both. He pulled the fingers out, smiling darkly as Shannon pushed his body back, trying to recapture them. Taking hold of his erection, he pushed the head into Shannon's ass before letting go to brace both hands on the bed and sink the rest of the way in.

Shannon's face contorted with pain at the intrusion, but he heard Jeff crooning softly in his ear, trying to calm him. He felt Jeff moving slowly at first, obviously determined to get what he needed but trying to hurt Shannon as little as possible too. He made an effort to loosen up, listening to Jeff's silky voice purring at him, which helped more than he would have expected. Then the head of Jeff's cock brushed over his prostate and his body was set on fire.

With a yelp, he bucked back against Jeff involuntarily, automatically seeking to get closer to the source of the pleasure. Jeff tensed when he pushed back, and stopped crooning in favour of growling low in his throat. Shannon felt Jeff's base nature and primal behaviour turning him on far more than it was scaring him, and he met the slow, deep strokes with enthusiasm.

Jeff bit at his neck again, his breath vibrating on Shannon's skin through his growling, and Shannon went wild. He writhed uncontrollably beneath Jeff, a constant stream of moans and fractured sentences flowing past his lips. The astonished Frank and Phillip, on the other side of the door, could just make out Shannon's pleas to be fucked harder and faster and just generally more.

As Shannon became increasingly wanton, he could hear Jeff's growling go up slightly in pitch and his breathing quicken, and he felt him start to move faster. He pushed back frantically, needing more and desperately wishing he had a hand free so he could pay his member the attention it was demanding. As though reading his mind, Jeff abandoned his control altogether and began pounding his cock into Shannon's ass furiously, resting his weight on the boy's back and sliding a hand between him and the bed to take a firm grip on Shannon's erection.

Both their bodies were slick with sweat by now and they were sliding against each other, but it only seemed to make the coupling more potent - certainly Jeff was turned on by it, holding back from biting occasionally to lick along Shannon's shoulder instead. His growls became outright snarls, which seemed to affect Shannon almost more than the hand drawing back and forth along his length, pumping him in time with his bruising thrusts.

Shannon felt the orgasm begin to build in his groin and he tried to hold it back, attempting to clench his muscles around Jeff's cock enough to stimulate him further. He couldn't stop it though, being bombarded as he was with the pleasure, and he felt his cock begin to twitch in Jeff's grasp. He savoured the rushing sensation for a second before he let go, shuddering with the force of it as he came in Jeff's hand, howling like an animal.

Jeff gave up and came along with him, unable to fight it as the wail burst from Shannon's mouth and he tightened instinctively around Jeff. Grunting and snarling, he thrust forward one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could inside Shannon's ass and flooding his accepting body with his seed. He gave a couple of small, reflexive strokes as the aftershocks washed through him, laying across Shannon's prone and spent body and panting heavily.

Finally, Jeff slid himself out of Shannon's ass gently. He lay next to him on the bed and turned the submissive boy over onto his side, pulling him close and wrapping his arms and legs around him securely. Despite his exhaustion, Shannon felt that given the circumstances an introduction was probably in order. He spoke softly so as not to spook the strange man in whose arms he lay, and whose dangerous and severe eyes were trained on his.

"I don't know if you can understand me," he whispered faintly in melodious tones, "but I'm Shannon."

He was rewarded with a wicked grin and a long lick to the side of his face before his head was pulled down to Jeff's chest in an obvious command to go to sleep.

On the other side of the door, an amazed but far from speechless Phillip turned to Frank.