If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(1/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(1/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary: Oli likes his little brother maybe a bit too much, but no one seems to like Oli.
Beta: Any offers?!?
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: About as real as me eating prawns (I.e. NO, just no *shakes head*) I do not own any of these boys, the only thing I own is the storyline =] googled yourself? Yeah well it's your own fault then isn't it... Title belongs to Bring Me The Horizon
Author Notes: So I decided to write an actual story for once, (I have started others but never got very far!) and I noticed that there is never enough Sykecest around. So I decided to write some for myself! I'm not promising anything... it may not be very good, and remember I am quite new to all of this, but I hope I've done a good enough job that someone reads this! <3
Oli watched his younger brother from the doorway. Tom sat on the sofa in the living room playing on his PS3 with his 'friend'. Oli watched how the soft flickering light from the TV highlighted the line of Tom's jaw, lit up his face in the dark room with the curtains dawn tight. He watched how his brother laughed as his friend lost, the triumphant shout that escaped Tom's lips as the other threw his hands up in mock indignation, pouting.
Oli watched as Tom turned to his friend, his gaze a little bit more then friendly, watched how he placed his hands on the other boy's folded knees, leaned closer, pressed his lips to the ones in front of him. Oli watched how the older boy, his brother's boyfriend, smiled against Tom's kiss, wrapping his arms around Tom, drawing him closer.
Oli turned away.
Grabbing his keys from the stand in the hallway Oli quickly withdraw out of the front door. He couldn't quite think straight, but regardless, he got into his car, pulled off the driveway and stared to drive the familiar route to no where.
Oli often found himself driving through the small town where he lived, past his old school, past the library, down the steep hill and out into the country side. When it all got too much at home, when his longing turned into something more, when he felt like he was about to do something he would regret, even if it was 3 in the morning, Oli got in his car and drove. Mostly he stayed out all night at times like this, even if he had no where to go. He would park up on one of the quite country lanes and curling into a ball on his backseat, waste the night away, hoping the thoughts and feelings would numb as his body grew number from the cold. It never worked, but it was a way to make sure he wasn't in the house.
The country lanes that Oli now drove down were tight and winding. It was dark, pitch black, and the looming trees on either side of the road that acted as a barrier between the road and the empty fields didn't feel comforting, it felt suffocating. If Oli was honest with himself and allowed himself to think about it, the lane made him scared, and to be completely honest, this was another reason why he chose to park on such roads at night, the fear helped to quell the other feelings inside of him. At least if he did get attacked by some psychotic murderer he wouldn't have to feel like he did, at least then he wouldn't have to go home.
Oli drove till his eyes stung from lack of sleep. He didn't know where he was anymore and he hadn't bothered to stop this time, because tonight, tonight the feelings had been worse. He wasn't sure if it was because he had seen Tom and Ian, Tom's boyfriend, together, because he had caught them in worse situations, and he told himself it wasn't because of that look that had been in Tom's eyes when he looked at Ian. However he did know that if he just stopped tonight then his thoughts and feelings would catch up on him, and if he drove, maybe, just maybe, he could outrun them.
He knew he shouldn't feel like this, Tom was his little baby brother. It was wrong, on all kinds of levels.
He knew what people thought of him, the way people dismissed him as a player, as a whore, the way people thought he could never feel anything about anybody that was important, real. But he did, the only problem was the one person who he loved, who meant everything to him, that helped him carry on, that he would fight to the end for, was his brother.
He didn't love him in a brotherly way, and that was the one thing that made Oli believe he was mad, sick, the one thing that made Oli into the whore that he was, he desperately wanted to escape the way he felt, so he slept around. Of course no one knew his dirty little secret, and no one ever would, but people judged him anyway, he knew that, but he didn't really care. He would rather everyone judged him and called him a whore then he actually act on his feelings and be knocked back, it was just better for everyone this way. He couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing his family, it would break Tom's heart more then his own, and he wouldn't do that to his brother, he wouldn't.
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“Oli!” Tom's voice met Oli as he sulked through the backdoor into the kitchen. Oli looked up, taken by surprise, it was 3 am, he hadn't expected anyone to be up.
It was the following day and Oli hadn't been back home since, spending all day drinking at a friends house. As Oli saw his brother he couldn't help but wince, Tom stood in the middle of the kitchen, hair ruffled as if he had been asleep previously, wearing only pyjama bottoms, his chest bare, and a large bruise, a love bite, sitting just above his collarbone. He looked beautiful.
“Hang over much?” Tom asked, quieter this time, mistakenly interpreting Oli's wince as a response to his own loud voice. Oli muttered something which he hoped had sounded like an agreement, and by the way Tom laughed before quickly stopping himself at the loudness of it, Oli assumed it had done.
Oli couldn't even bare to look at his brother, couldn't trust himself to, so he kept his head down. He had been drinking, but he felt oddly sober, his head too clear for his own liking. He needed to get of the kitchen and away from his brother.
As Oli went to pass Tom, Tom idly slung his arm around his brother's shoulder. The action was pretty natural, but the effect on Oli was anything but. He froze under the weight of Tom's arm, of the closeness of his body, he shouldn't be this close, he couldn't be this close. Oli couldn't even breathe properly, his breath slightly ragged, he could feel Tom's naked skin against him. Fuck, he could even smell the sweet scent of his brother, at this range he could breath him in, and if he just moved his head slightly to the left, he could... Oli shook himself, catching himself like he normally did. He really couldn't be this close.
Luckily Tom didn't notice his brother's discomfort, he had only been awake for about 10 minutes before Oli came in so was still pretty out of it. He did however, notice his boyfriend appear in the doorway of the kitchen, his hair also ruffled, wearing only boxers. Tom smiled at him lazily, lovingly, and Oli couldn't help but see it. It made him feel sick.
Tom was also awake enough to notice his brother suddenly push his arm away, a movement so out of the blue it cause Tom to stumble a bit. He looked at his older brother in wonder, no doubt about to make another joke about Oli's hangover. Oli cut him off.
“Just fuck off you annoying little dick,” Oli snapped, venom in his voice, more then he thought he could muster, which surprised even him. Had he said it in any other way Tom would have laughed, punched his brother and a mock fight would have ensued, normally with Tom winning and Oli complaining he couldn't hurt someone weaker then him, so he had to let him win, and for Tom to get the fuck off his hair before he bitch slapped him. However, the way that Oli said it, his suddenly defensive stance, the look in his eyes, they all hit Tom like a snack in the face. Tom stepped back.
“Oli...” he started, the uncertainty in his voice clearly showing through. Oli ignored him, turned sharply on his heel and slammed his way past Ian, out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. Tom was left in the middle of the kitchen staring after his brother in horror. “What the fuck?” he muttered to himself, glancing up at Ian who was staring at him in turn, a questioning look on his face.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary: Oli likes his little brother maybe a bit too much, but no one seems to like Oli.
Beta: Any offers?!?
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: About as real as me eating prawns (I.e. NO, just no *shakes head*) I do not own any of these boys, the only thing I own is the storyline =] googled yourself? Yeah well it's your own fault then isn't it... Title belongs to Bring Me The Horizon
Author Notes: So I decided to write an actual story for once, (I have started others but never got very far!) and I noticed that there is never enough Sykecest around. So I decided to write some for myself! I'm not promising anything... it may not be very good, and remember I am quite new to all of this, but I hope I've done a good enough job that someone reads this! <3
Oli watched his younger brother from the doorway. Tom sat on the sofa in the living room playing on his PS3 with his 'friend'. Oli watched how the soft flickering light from the TV highlighted the line of Tom's jaw, lit up his face in the dark room with the curtains dawn tight. He watched how his brother laughed as his friend lost, the triumphant shout that escaped Tom's lips as the other threw his hands up in mock indignation, pouting.
Oli watched as Tom turned to his friend, his gaze a little bit more then friendly, watched how he placed his hands on the other boy's folded knees, leaned closer, pressed his lips to the ones in front of him. Oli watched how the older boy, his brother's boyfriend, smiled against Tom's kiss, wrapping his arms around Tom, drawing him closer.
Oli turned away.
Grabbing his keys from the stand in the hallway Oli quickly withdraw out of the front door. He couldn't quite think straight, but regardless, he got into his car, pulled off the driveway and stared to drive the familiar route to no where.
Oli often found himself driving through the small town where he lived, past his old school, past the library, down the steep hill and out into the country side. When it all got too much at home, when his longing turned into something more, when he felt like he was about to do something he would regret, even if it was 3 in the morning, Oli got in his car and drove. Mostly he stayed out all night at times like this, even if he had no where to go. He would park up on one of the quite country lanes and curling into a ball on his backseat, waste the night away, hoping the thoughts and feelings would numb as his body grew number from the cold. It never worked, but it was a way to make sure he wasn't in the house.
The country lanes that Oli now drove down were tight and winding. It was dark, pitch black, and the looming trees on either side of the road that acted as a barrier between the road and the empty fields didn't feel comforting, it felt suffocating. If Oli was honest with himself and allowed himself to think about it, the lane made him scared, and to be completely honest, this was another reason why he chose to park on such roads at night, the fear helped to quell the other feelings inside of him. At least if he did get attacked by some psychotic murderer he wouldn't have to feel like he did, at least then he wouldn't have to go home.
Oli drove till his eyes stung from lack of sleep. He didn't know where he was anymore and he hadn't bothered to stop this time, because tonight, tonight the feelings had been worse. He wasn't sure if it was because he had seen Tom and Ian, Tom's boyfriend, together, because he had caught them in worse situations, and he told himself it wasn't because of that look that had been in Tom's eyes when he looked at Ian. However he did know that if he just stopped tonight then his thoughts and feelings would catch up on him, and if he drove, maybe, just maybe, he could outrun them.
He knew he shouldn't feel like this, Tom was his little baby brother. It was wrong, on all kinds of levels.
He knew what people thought of him, the way people dismissed him as a player, as a whore, the way people thought he could never feel anything about anybody that was important, real. But he did, the only problem was the one person who he loved, who meant everything to him, that helped him carry on, that he would fight to the end for, was his brother.
He didn't love him in a brotherly way, and that was the one thing that made Oli believe he was mad, sick, the one thing that made Oli into the whore that he was, he desperately wanted to escape the way he felt, so he slept around. Of course no one knew his dirty little secret, and no one ever would, but people judged him anyway, he knew that, but he didn't really care. He would rather everyone judged him and called him a whore then he actually act on his feelings and be knocked back, it was just better for everyone this way. He couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing his family, it would break Tom's heart more then his own, and he wouldn't do that to his brother, he wouldn't.
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“Oli!” Tom's voice met Oli as he sulked through the backdoor into the kitchen. Oli looked up, taken by surprise, it was 3 am, he hadn't expected anyone to be up.
It was the following day and Oli hadn't been back home since, spending all day drinking at a friends house. As Oli saw his brother he couldn't help but wince, Tom stood in the middle of the kitchen, hair ruffled as if he had been asleep previously, wearing only pyjama bottoms, his chest bare, and a large bruise, a love bite, sitting just above his collarbone. He looked beautiful.
“Hang over much?” Tom asked, quieter this time, mistakenly interpreting Oli's wince as a response to his own loud voice. Oli muttered something which he hoped had sounded like an agreement, and by the way Tom laughed before quickly stopping himself at the loudness of it, Oli assumed it had done.
Oli couldn't even bare to look at his brother, couldn't trust himself to, so he kept his head down. He had been drinking, but he felt oddly sober, his head too clear for his own liking. He needed to get of the kitchen and away from his brother.
As Oli went to pass Tom, Tom idly slung his arm around his brother's shoulder. The action was pretty natural, but the effect on Oli was anything but. He froze under the weight of Tom's arm, of the closeness of his body, he shouldn't be this close, he couldn't be this close. Oli couldn't even breathe properly, his breath slightly ragged, he could feel Tom's naked skin against him. Fuck, he could even smell the sweet scent of his brother, at this range he could breath him in, and if he just moved his head slightly to the left, he could... Oli shook himself, catching himself like he normally did. He really couldn't be this close.
Luckily Tom didn't notice his brother's discomfort, he had only been awake for about 10 minutes before Oli came in so was still pretty out of it. He did however, notice his boyfriend appear in the doorway of the kitchen, his hair also ruffled, wearing only boxers. Tom smiled at him lazily, lovingly, and Oli couldn't help but see it. It made him feel sick.
Tom was also awake enough to notice his brother suddenly push his arm away, a movement so out of the blue it cause Tom to stumble a bit. He looked at his older brother in wonder, no doubt about to make another joke about Oli's hangover. Oli cut him off.
“Just fuck off you annoying little dick,” Oli snapped, venom in his voice, more then he thought he could muster, which surprised even him. Had he said it in any other way Tom would have laughed, punched his brother and a mock fight would have ensued, normally with Tom winning and Oli complaining he couldn't hurt someone weaker then him, so he had to let him win, and for Tom to get the fuck off his hair before he bitch slapped him. However, the way that Oli said it, his suddenly defensive stance, the look in his eyes, they all hit Tom like a snack in the face. Tom stepped back.
“Oli...” he started, the uncertainty in his voice clearly showing through. Oli ignored him, turned sharply on his heel and slammed his way past Ian, out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. Tom was left in the middle of the kitchen staring after his brother in horror. “What the fuck?” he muttered to himself, glancing up at Ian who was staring at him in turn, a questioning look on his face.
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