If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(3&4/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(3&4/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Come on Sykes, we both know what a fucking whore you are.”
Beta:
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: (Again unbeta'd! But they will be i promise! XD) Ok, so this is really chapter 3 and 4, I decided to combine them as chapter 4 is really short and I couldn't extend it further without spoiling it... so here they are! (I had to name this Chapter 3&4 so I don’t get confused... which is easily done!) I also didn't want to just post the short chapter by itself as I want the story to move along more... I know how much some people want me to just get to all the things listed in the warning bit XD So just so you know after the stars is chapter 4 and before is chapter 3... ummm, yeah. Enjoy.
Oli spent the rest of the week in his room, only venturing out to use the bathroom and to eat. He couldn't see much point in leaving it for anything else, at least this way he wouldn't have to see Tom or put up with his parents.
It was Saturday when it happened, and Oli, as per, was in his room, drawing tattoos on his arm with a black Sharpie out of utter boredom. The knock on his door wasn't out of the ordinary, but when he grunted to let whoever was outside know they could enter, and Ian walked in, Oli could tell something was out of place.
This kid hated Oli as much as Oli hated him, plus he didn't think Ian had ever come into his room, well when Oli was in it, he wouldn't put it past the dick. Another thing that worried Oli was that he knew Tom wasn't in, he'd gone off with some mates Christmas shopping, Oli knew this because he had watched Tom walk up the drive and get into a friends car from his bedroom window, which Oli just happened to be looking out off, he wasn't stalking his brother. The final thing that made Oli suspicious is the way that Ian shut the door carefully behind him and flicked the lock.
Now Oli wasn't sure what to expect, but he was pretty sure that Ian wasn't about to knock him out, Oli's dad was downstairs, (see Oli knew this too, doesn't mean he's stalking his dad does it?) so not even Ian would be stupid enough. He scowled at Ian anyway for good measure and waited for the other boy to speak. Ian leaned against the now locked door, flicked his fringe out of his eyes and tilted his weight onto one hip, sticking it out. He licked his lips.
“Your dad let me up, to wait for Tom,” Ian said, watching Oli carefully. The older boy just held the scowl on his face in place, waiting for the other to continue or get the message and get the fuck out of his room. Oli was sat on his bed and a good few feet away from Ian, but the way Ian was looking at him made him uncomfortable, which was a feat in itself, it was obvious Ian wasn't about to warn Oli off or beat him up, in fact from the look in his eye it was far from it. Oli stood up.
“Look Ian, I think you've got the wrong idea...” Oli started. He wanted to be nice about it, after all this fucker was the guy Tom was in love with, and he couldn't help but feel that if he wasn't nice to Ian then Ian might well break Tom's heart, and Oli couldn't let that happen. But Ian cut him off with a laugh.
“Come on Sykes, we both know what a fucking whore you are. And to be honest I think you're hot, really hot. Fuck the only reason I'm with your brother is because of you. Don't get me wrong, he's a great kid, needy, but cool, but he's not you is he. You don't do relationships, and fuck I don't want one with you, all the fuck I wanted at first is for you to blow me.” Oli tried to cut in, furious.
“You th...” But Ian quickly cut him off, raising his hand to tell Oli to shut up.
“Now I know you probably think that that's stupid, going out with your brother when all I want is a blow job, all that work for that, but you see, the first time I met you I saw the way that you look at said little brother. Now I'm sure that that isn't allowed you know, I mean really not allowed. I mean shit can you imagine how fucking pissed your parents would be? And we both know who they would believe over me and you, don't we? So anyway the point is I've heard what a good fucking lay you are, but instead of just getting you pissed and fucking you, I want more than that.” He stopped an evil grin on his face.
Up until he had mentioned the way Oli looked at Tom, Oli was completely contemplating knocking him out. Now however, he was frozen to the spot where he stood, staring at Ian. Ian chuckled at the effect his words had had on Oli, and stepping forward he closed the gap between them.
He came up to Oli, standing close, so close that their chests met and Oli was forced to look upwards at the slightly taller Ian, but still Oli didn't step back, or hit Ian, he remained frozen to the spot. Ian leaned down, placing his mouth close to Oli's ear, his hot breath brushing Oli's neck, a sensation that if it was anyone else but Ian would have turned Oli on, there was something about necks...
“I want you to be my bitch,” Ian whispered, hot and humid by Oli's ear. But still Oli couldn't quite believe what he was hearing... did Ian say he knew his secret? He wasn't sure anymore if he imagined it or not. And what was Ian talking about now? And why was he so fucking close? Did he let him get this close? Really?
Ian stepped back and laughed, laughed at the look on Oli's face.
“So bitch, what do you think?” Ian asked, and Oli felt so stupid, but he still couldn't register, the harder he tried to think the more he seemed to zone out, did Ian really just say he knew his secret?!?
Ian reached out and touched Oli's cheek, stroking his hand down his face.
“Maybe we should have a threesome, you know, get Tom involved?” Ian practically purred, instantly regretting using Tom's name.
As soon as Ian said the younger boy's name, his brother seemed to snap out of the trance that he was in. Reaching up to his face Oli grabbed Ian's wrist, twisting it as he pulled it away from his face, forcing Ian to turn his whole body as Oli stepped away from him. The end effect was that Oli now had Ian pressed against the wall, face first, with his arm so far up his back, so far twisted, that Ian called out in pain and was convinced his arm was broken. Oli pushed his body into the back of the other boy.
“What was that mother fucker? This hurt does it? What someone like you not into a bit of rough?” Oli hissed in his ear.
If it had been anyone else doing this to Ian he would probably have enjoyed it, especially if it was someone as hot as Oli, but fuck, he'd just tried to blackmail Oliver fucking Sykes, who let’s face it was a scary fucker at the best of times, he didn't just have a reputation for being a whore you know. Ian was scared, he'd never actually admit it unless Oli made him, but he was, also knowing that he was no match physically for Oli, despite his height advantage, and the fact Oli was skinny, did nothing to curve to fear that gripped him. Despite himself he whimpered.
“Thought so,” Oli continued, shoving Ian's arm just that little bit further. “Now I think we should pretend this little meeting never happened, don't you?” Oli could determine the slight nod and gasp of pain that Ian issued. He continued.
“Now I think you should go back to my brother and be the best little boyfriend you can be to him, you see when I look at him I don't see what you think I do, I see my little baby brother, the little baby brother I wouldn't think twice about breaking an arm for. Or a leg, or nose, or cutting a dick off for, or... you get the point?” Oli was sure Ian was about to cry, but he didn't care. “You hurt him; I hurt you, simple as.” Oli finished, and as soon as he saw Ian nod he let him go.
The sudden movement nearly caused Ian to fall over, but he managed to catch himself, and straightening he looked Oli squarely in the eye, a brief moment of bravery, which quickly slipped. Ian practically ran across the room to the door, unlocked it and bolted out.
Oli also crossed the room and shut the door quietly behind Ian, locking the door again. He then put his iPod on and his headphones in, turning the volume up and sinking back onto his bed he grabbed the discarded Sharpie and continued drawing his future tattoos.
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“He told me you tried to break his arm.” Tom's voice was calm, showing no sign of any emotion, even his face was blank. He spoke like he was commenting on the weather, not accusing his brother of assaulting his boyfriend, as Tom had put it.
“He tried to blackmail me,” Oli's voice wasn't as calm as Tom's, he sounded more like he was pleading and he hated it. Oli had only been sitting in his room for an hour after Ian had left, tail between his legs, before Tom had appeared, pounding on his door, demanding to be let in. Unfortunately, Ian wasn't with Tom, or Oli may well have broken his arm this time.
Oli really wasn't thinking properly anymore, he was sure this conversation had been going around in circles for about ten minutes, a circle that he knew he couldn't break without telling the truth, and that was never going to happen.
“Oh yeah, so you said. Go on then, enlighten me, what was he trying to blackmail you about?” Tom snapped, some of his composure slipping, the conversation really had been going around in a circle for a while.
“I can't tell you. What's the point in a secret that's so secretive someone can try to blackmail you about it if you're going to go and tell everyone?” Oli pouted, he knew he was doing it, and he also felt about five doing so, but he didn't care. He couldn't work out what was the point in Ian telling Tom about his arm if he wasn't going to tell him why he was trying to blackmail Oli. It really didn't make any sense, surely Ian would want to hide the fact that he had spoken to Oli, not tell Tom about it. Well from what Oli could decipher, all that Ian had told Tom was that Oli had attacked him, wanker.
Finally he found out Ian's reasoning, he wanted Tom to hate Oli. He wanted to take the slight crack that had already shown in their relationship just the week before, and drive a wedge into it, splintering it beyond repair. The only thing that Oli couldn't understand was why? Ian was pretty messed up, but his reasoning, even when he explained earlier, just didn't make sense.
“You just don't fucking like him do you?” Tom hissed.
“Well I thought that was obvious,” Oli sighed. “But if you're happy...”
“...that's all that matters; yeah you've said that before.” Tom cut him off, his voice now pissed, his eyes narrowed. “But it does, doesn't it? You just can't stand me being happy can you? You want everyone to just be as fucking miserable as you are. Look at you you're only fucking seventeen and already you're a whore, a no body. You fucking drink all the time, sleep around, treat people like shit, even your fucking friends think you're a waste of space. Just because you can't have a decent relationship, it doesn't mean you have to ruin mine. You can't drag me down with you Oliver, the days when we were close; yeah you put a stop to that. I used to fucking look up to you, but now? Now I can't even stand to look at you anymore, you're a mess, a fucking loser.”
With that Tom turned and stormed out of Oli's room. This time it was the younger of the two who left the other standing in the middle of a room, wide eyes, staring after his brother, but this time, this time, deep down, something in Oli broke, shattered, something that couldn't be repaired, something that was the start of a very slippery slope, the type people don't come back from.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Come on Sykes, we both know what a fucking whore you are.”
Beta:
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: (Again unbeta'd! But they will be i promise! XD) Ok, so this is really chapter 3 and 4, I decided to combine them as chapter 4 is really short and I couldn't extend it further without spoiling it... so here they are! (I had to name this Chapter 3&4 so I don’t get confused... which is easily done!) I also didn't want to just post the short chapter by itself as I want the story to move along more... I know how much some people want me to just get to all the things listed in the warning bit XD So just so you know after the stars is chapter 4 and before is chapter 3... ummm, yeah. Enjoy.
Oli spent the rest of the week in his room, only venturing out to use the bathroom and to eat. He couldn't see much point in leaving it for anything else, at least this way he wouldn't have to see Tom or put up with his parents.
It was Saturday when it happened, and Oli, as per, was in his room, drawing tattoos on his arm with a black Sharpie out of utter boredom. The knock on his door wasn't out of the ordinary, but when he grunted to let whoever was outside know they could enter, and Ian walked in, Oli could tell something was out of place.
This kid hated Oli as much as Oli hated him, plus he didn't think Ian had ever come into his room, well when Oli was in it, he wouldn't put it past the dick. Another thing that worried Oli was that he knew Tom wasn't in, he'd gone off with some mates Christmas shopping, Oli knew this because he had watched Tom walk up the drive and get into a friends car from his bedroom window, which Oli just happened to be looking out off, he wasn't stalking his brother. The final thing that made Oli suspicious is the way that Ian shut the door carefully behind him and flicked the lock.
Now Oli wasn't sure what to expect, but he was pretty sure that Ian wasn't about to knock him out, Oli's dad was downstairs, (see Oli knew this too, doesn't mean he's stalking his dad does it?) so not even Ian would be stupid enough. He scowled at Ian anyway for good measure and waited for the other boy to speak. Ian leaned against the now locked door, flicked his fringe out of his eyes and tilted his weight onto one hip, sticking it out. He licked his lips.
“Your dad let me up, to wait for Tom,” Ian said, watching Oli carefully. The older boy just held the scowl on his face in place, waiting for the other to continue or get the message and get the fuck out of his room. Oli was sat on his bed and a good few feet away from Ian, but the way Ian was looking at him made him uncomfortable, which was a feat in itself, it was obvious Ian wasn't about to warn Oli off or beat him up, in fact from the look in his eye it was far from it. Oli stood up.
“Look Ian, I think you've got the wrong idea...” Oli started. He wanted to be nice about it, after all this fucker was the guy Tom was in love with, and he couldn't help but feel that if he wasn't nice to Ian then Ian might well break Tom's heart, and Oli couldn't let that happen. But Ian cut him off with a laugh.
“Come on Sykes, we both know what a fucking whore you are. And to be honest I think you're hot, really hot. Fuck the only reason I'm with your brother is because of you. Don't get me wrong, he's a great kid, needy, but cool, but he's not you is he. You don't do relationships, and fuck I don't want one with you, all the fuck I wanted at first is for you to blow me.” Oli tried to cut in, furious.
“You th...” But Ian quickly cut him off, raising his hand to tell Oli to shut up.
“Now I know you probably think that that's stupid, going out with your brother when all I want is a blow job, all that work for that, but you see, the first time I met you I saw the way that you look at said little brother. Now I'm sure that that isn't allowed you know, I mean really not allowed. I mean shit can you imagine how fucking pissed your parents would be? And we both know who they would believe over me and you, don't we? So anyway the point is I've heard what a good fucking lay you are, but instead of just getting you pissed and fucking you, I want more than that.” He stopped an evil grin on his face.
Up until he had mentioned the way Oli looked at Tom, Oli was completely contemplating knocking him out. Now however, he was frozen to the spot where he stood, staring at Ian. Ian chuckled at the effect his words had had on Oli, and stepping forward he closed the gap between them.
He came up to Oli, standing close, so close that their chests met and Oli was forced to look upwards at the slightly taller Ian, but still Oli didn't step back, or hit Ian, he remained frozen to the spot. Ian leaned down, placing his mouth close to Oli's ear, his hot breath brushing Oli's neck, a sensation that if it was anyone else but Ian would have turned Oli on, there was something about necks...
“I want you to be my bitch,” Ian whispered, hot and humid by Oli's ear. But still Oli couldn't quite believe what he was hearing... did Ian say he knew his secret? He wasn't sure anymore if he imagined it or not. And what was Ian talking about now? And why was he so fucking close? Did he let him get this close? Really?
Ian stepped back and laughed, laughed at the look on Oli's face.
“So bitch, what do you think?” Ian asked, and Oli felt so stupid, but he still couldn't register, the harder he tried to think the more he seemed to zone out, did Ian really just say he knew his secret?!?
Ian reached out and touched Oli's cheek, stroking his hand down his face.
“Maybe we should have a threesome, you know, get Tom involved?” Ian practically purred, instantly regretting using Tom's name.
As soon as Ian said the younger boy's name, his brother seemed to snap out of the trance that he was in. Reaching up to his face Oli grabbed Ian's wrist, twisting it as he pulled it away from his face, forcing Ian to turn his whole body as Oli stepped away from him. The end effect was that Oli now had Ian pressed against the wall, face first, with his arm so far up his back, so far twisted, that Ian called out in pain and was convinced his arm was broken. Oli pushed his body into the back of the other boy.
“What was that mother fucker? This hurt does it? What someone like you not into a bit of rough?” Oli hissed in his ear.
If it had been anyone else doing this to Ian he would probably have enjoyed it, especially if it was someone as hot as Oli, but fuck, he'd just tried to blackmail Oliver fucking Sykes, who let’s face it was a scary fucker at the best of times, he didn't just have a reputation for being a whore you know. Ian was scared, he'd never actually admit it unless Oli made him, but he was, also knowing that he was no match physically for Oli, despite his height advantage, and the fact Oli was skinny, did nothing to curve to fear that gripped him. Despite himself he whimpered.
“Thought so,” Oli continued, shoving Ian's arm just that little bit further. “Now I think we should pretend this little meeting never happened, don't you?” Oli could determine the slight nod and gasp of pain that Ian issued. He continued.
“Now I think you should go back to my brother and be the best little boyfriend you can be to him, you see when I look at him I don't see what you think I do, I see my little baby brother, the little baby brother I wouldn't think twice about breaking an arm for. Or a leg, or nose, or cutting a dick off for, or... you get the point?” Oli was sure Ian was about to cry, but he didn't care. “You hurt him; I hurt you, simple as.” Oli finished, and as soon as he saw Ian nod he let him go.
The sudden movement nearly caused Ian to fall over, but he managed to catch himself, and straightening he looked Oli squarely in the eye, a brief moment of bravery, which quickly slipped. Ian practically ran across the room to the door, unlocked it and bolted out.
Oli also crossed the room and shut the door quietly behind Ian, locking the door again. He then put his iPod on and his headphones in, turning the volume up and sinking back onto his bed he grabbed the discarded Sharpie and continued drawing his future tattoos.
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“He told me you tried to break his arm.” Tom's voice was calm, showing no sign of any emotion, even his face was blank. He spoke like he was commenting on the weather, not accusing his brother of assaulting his boyfriend, as Tom had put it.
“He tried to blackmail me,” Oli's voice wasn't as calm as Tom's, he sounded more like he was pleading and he hated it. Oli had only been sitting in his room for an hour after Ian had left, tail between his legs, before Tom had appeared, pounding on his door, demanding to be let in. Unfortunately, Ian wasn't with Tom, or Oli may well have broken his arm this time.
Oli really wasn't thinking properly anymore, he was sure this conversation had been going around in circles for about ten minutes, a circle that he knew he couldn't break without telling the truth, and that was never going to happen.
“Oh yeah, so you said. Go on then, enlighten me, what was he trying to blackmail you about?” Tom snapped, some of his composure slipping, the conversation really had been going around in a circle for a while.
“I can't tell you. What's the point in a secret that's so secretive someone can try to blackmail you about it if you're going to go and tell everyone?” Oli pouted, he knew he was doing it, and he also felt about five doing so, but he didn't care. He couldn't work out what was the point in Ian telling Tom about his arm if he wasn't going to tell him why he was trying to blackmail Oli. It really didn't make any sense, surely Ian would want to hide the fact that he had spoken to Oli, not tell Tom about it. Well from what Oli could decipher, all that Ian had told Tom was that Oli had attacked him, wanker.
Finally he found out Ian's reasoning, he wanted Tom to hate Oli. He wanted to take the slight crack that had already shown in their relationship just the week before, and drive a wedge into it, splintering it beyond repair. The only thing that Oli couldn't understand was why? Ian was pretty messed up, but his reasoning, even when he explained earlier, just didn't make sense.
“You just don't fucking like him do you?” Tom hissed.
“Well I thought that was obvious,” Oli sighed. “But if you're happy...”
“...that's all that matters; yeah you've said that before.” Tom cut him off, his voice now pissed, his eyes narrowed. “But it does, doesn't it? You just can't stand me being happy can you? You want everyone to just be as fucking miserable as you are. Look at you you're only fucking seventeen and already you're a whore, a no body. You fucking drink all the time, sleep around, treat people like shit, even your fucking friends think you're a waste of space. Just because you can't have a decent relationship, it doesn't mean you have to ruin mine. You can't drag me down with you Oliver, the days when we were close; yeah you put a stop to that. I used to fucking look up to you, but now? Now I can't even stand to look at you anymore, you're a mess, a fucking loser.”
With that Tom turned and stormed out of Oli's room. This time it was the younger of the two who left the other standing in the middle of a room, wide eyes, staring after his brother, but this time, this time, deep down, something in Oli broke, shattered, something that couldn't be repaired, something that was the start of a very slippery slope, the type people don't come back from.
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