If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(5/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(5/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Oli. Babe. I wanna play a game.”
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) ohhhh, it's all kicking off... hope this isn't a disappointment to anyone! <3
The house was quiet, completely quiet. His parents had gone to bed early and Tom was no where to be seen. This, the emptiness, was like an open invitation for Oli to sneak out, which is exactly what he did.
Creeping up his drive way and into the awaiting car, Oli didn't look back once at his house, so he never saw his brother watching him from the dark living room window.
He was still technically grounded, but his parent's were going away on a business trip for four days tomorrow, (they worked together) meaning he would no longer be grounded, as they couldn't leave him with no car or money. This also meant that by the time they found out that he wasn't in his room, if they ever did, they would have to leave the house to catch their flight, meaning Oli was pretty much free to do as he liked.
He knew he was a mess, he knew how he'd become the mess people saw today, but he didn't care what other people saw, he only cared what one person saw, and that one person thought he was a failure too.
Oli wasn't one to wallow in self pity, it wasn't him, normally he'd just love to prove people wrong, love to just stick his fingers up to the world, his family, and do what ever the fuck he liked. But Tom had called him a mess, a loser. That stung. More then stung. And Oli just didn't have the strength to pick himself up and prove him wrong, didn't have the strength to brush off the comment, because it was Tom that had said it. He didn't know what to do, he just wanted his thoughts to stop...
And that was how he ended up at this house party, drunk, very drunk. The whole room was heaving with bodies, the bass of the music playing echoed in his chest, making his already damaged heart crack just that little bit further. He was sat on a sofa at the edge of the crowd, a blonde girl with too much make up sat next to him, sat too close, her face inches from his, not that Oli really noticed. He still couldn't turn his thoughts off, couldn't stop himself replaying the angry words that Tom had spoken to him, the conversation with Ian in his room, the look in Tom's eyes as he practically disowned his brother, it was enough to push Oli over the edge.
Shaking his head he realised he wasn't drunk enough yet, and turning his head to the blonde next to him he jutted his lip out, pouting. She quickly caught the hint, she had been feeding him drinks all night after all, and was finally happy that she seemed to be getting through to Oli, before he had just sat there and drank whatever she passed him.
Beaming she handed him another beer that she seemed to magic out of no where, Oli thought it best not to ask where she had got them all from, she had probably date-rape drugged it anyway.
Oli knew why the girl hung onto him, plying him with drink, Oli was a whore, and if drunk enough, he really was anyone's. Everyone knew this fact but not everyone took advantage of it, if you woke up with Oli in the morning and he didn't like what he saw then you'd just feel bad, right? Like taking advantage of a puppy or something. Oli told himself it wasn't the fact that he was a complete wanker to people.
Everyone may have known that little fact about Oli but few knew just how much he hated it. He did try not to do it, get too drunk, not go home with people, but he just couldn't help himself, no wonder his brother hated him, no wonder... Oli caught his thoughts, he wasn't going there again, plus the blonde had just whispered something in his ear that Oli would very much like to actually see. Grinning as Oli nodded, the blonde pushed herself up from the sofa, slightly drunk herself, and grabbing Oli's hand pulled him after her as she led the way upstairs.
Before Oli knew what was happening he found himself in a pink room. Everything in it was pink, the bed, the cuddly toys, everything, and he found himself wondering slightly how anyone could distinguish the different items when everything was the same colour. He was then faintly aware that the blonde girl was telling him it was her room, meaning it must be her house party, that'll be why this room wasn't full of people already, why the bed was free.
The girl pulled Oli after her, pushing him down onto the bed, an action that Oli was too drunk to even notice, but hey, he did realise he was suddenly lying on a bed with a hot blonde tugging at his belt, it wasn't the worst situation to be in.
Once the girl had undone Oli's belt and trousers, he felt her crawl onto him, kissing him. He responded to her lips, his kiss slightly more urgent then hers, she was trying to be sexy, he just wanted a fuck, to forget.
Working her hands down his chest, down his body, she pulled at the edge of his t-shirt, and he lifted his arms so that she could pull it off, she then threw it behind her. This time she then worked her mouth down his body, kissing, licking him till she stopped just before his trousers, looking up at him with large eyes. He couldn't help but whine, and bucked his hips up slightly, he was so hard already, see he was a whore and he knew it.
She slowly pulled down his trousers and boxers and finally, finally placed her hand on the bottom of his cock, finally lowering her head to lick the tip, causing Oli to buck again. She laughed and this time took Oli into her mouth, she didn't get very far as her throat muscles had tightened from laughing, so instead she licked at his underside and dragged her way back to the top.
She altered her angle, and seemed to get it right this time. Lowering her head again, she managed to take Oli all the way in till he felt himself hit the back of her throat, she didn't gag. And fuck, she started to set up the perfect pace, one that meant Oli didn't even have to move, which he would have found difficult anyway with how drunk he was.
And then something had to go and spoil this perfect moment, a moment where Oli couldn't remember why he had drank so much, a moment where nothing hurt, and a moment where he felt so, so good.
Someone opened the door to the bedroom and the girl quickly snapped her head up, looking guilty.
Oli raised his head slightly, expecting to see the girl's parents, not what he did see. Ian.
More importunately Tom. Ian and Tom. Tom stood behind Ian looking dazed, and Oli quickly worked out in his drunk state that Tom was even more pissed then he was, which was saying something. Behind Tom were three other people, who Oli faintly realised were Ian's mates. They all stepped into the room, Tom stumbling slightly.
“Good job Jade,” Ian addressed the girl, she beamed in reply like a child being praised. “Although I don't remember telling you to blow him,” he added. The girl shrugged.
“Whatever, he's hot, most people would pay to do it, not be paid to. Talking of money...” she trailed off, lifting an eyebrow expectantly at Ian. He grinned back.
“Of course, my dear,” he replied and digging into his pocket drew out a fistful of notes. “Here. Wicked party by the way.” Ian handed the girl, Jade, the notes and she beamed at him again, kissed his cheek and left the room.
Oli was still on the bed, dazed. He had watched the whole transaction but he was more worried about Tom, who was clearly drunk. Tom didn't drink, with good reason, he couldn't hold it, not as well as Oli, and he looked like he was completely out of it, clinging to Ian's arm to keep himself upright. Ian stroked his hair lightly, eyeing Oli. He then nodded to his mates behind him and they closed in on the bed.
Oli didn't even know how it happened, next thing he knew he had his trousers shoved back up, several bruised ribs, and was slung over some fat bastards shoulder, the guy really was massive, and freakishly strong, stronger then Oli. He was then carried out of the room and down the stairs, and from his vantage point looking backwards, he could see the other two boys and Ian and Tom following behind.
In his inebriated state, the whole situation seemed hilarious to Oli, except his brother being drunk of course. If this was a movie, Oli would how switched it off by now, well he wouldn't, he loved bad movies, but this situation, as far as situations go, was ridiculous. Oli was faintly aware that maybe he was being kidnapped, something which he found even funnier, but laughing whilst on someone's shoulder hurt his ribs too much, he wished he had more fat on his chest. Instead he watched events unfold, feeling far too detached in his drunk state to care all that much.
Oli was carried outside and thrown, rather unceremoniously into the back of what appeared to be a family people carrier. He was pushed into his seat and the person who had carried him squeezed in beside him, the back really was small.
Ian, Tom and another one of Ian's mates sat in the middle, whilst the third mate got into the drivers seat. Oli tried to stand up, but quickly settled back down again after several punches from the boy sat next to him. Oli shivered in the cold night air, his t-shirt still in Jade's bedroom where she had thrown it. His head spun and he was finding it hard to comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that his cock ached, he was still half hard, and that he was sure some of his ribs were broken, plus he was finding it hard to breath. Oli watched Ian turn around with interest, wondering what the younger boy was going to say.
“Oli. Babe. I wanna play a game. The game is called, 'lets see how much Oliver Sykes will let me do to him so that his little baby brother doesn't get it.'” Ian grinned, pulling a shivering Tom closer to his body, resting Tom's head on his chest, stroking his hair. Tom whimpered at the contact and sudden warmth, too drunk and too cold to hear Ian's words.
Oli hissed, he had threatened Ian before, now he just wanted to kill him, he couldn't believe he had let this happen, and if he lay one finger on Tom... Oli was quickly forced back into his seat again by the guy next to him, this time his nose bleeding profusely. He mumbled something incoherent but quickly stopped as it caused blood to leak backwards from his nose and trickle down his throat.
By the time that the car came to a stop, Oli had lost track of both time and where they were. They had been driving for what felt like hours, but it was still dark, and the country roads had eventually all blended into one. Plus Oli's head hurt. And his ribs. And his nose. Plus he was cold. And his chest was covered in his own blood. Plus Ian had his arm around his brother. Well you get the picture, it wasn't looking good. Oli was pissed off too.
Being pulled violently out of the car the sudden movement made Oli retch, but he fought the feeling down, he wasn't going to throw up in front of Ian, it would make him look even more pathetic then he felt at that point. Oli didn't do pathetic or victim, he preferred being on the other end.
Looking around Oli could make out the blurred outlines of a small, squat, out building, lit by the high moon. It also smelt like animals, and shit. A farm.
Oli decided there and then he fucking hated farmers.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Oli. Babe. I wanna play a game.”
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) ohhhh, it's all kicking off... hope this isn't a disappointment to anyone! <3
The house was quiet, completely quiet. His parents had gone to bed early and Tom was no where to be seen. This, the emptiness, was like an open invitation for Oli to sneak out, which is exactly what he did.
Creeping up his drive way and into the awaiting car, Oli didn't look back once at his house, so he never saw his brother watching him from the dark living room window.
He was still technically grounded, but his parent's were going away on a business trip for four days tomorrow, (they worked together) meaning he would no longer be grounded, as they couldn't leave him with no car or money. This also meant that by the time they found out that he wasn't in his room, if they ever did, they would have to leave the house to catch their flight, meaning Oli was pretty much free to do as he liked.
He knew he was a mess, he knew how he'd become the mess people saw today, but he didn't care what other people saw, he only cared what one person saw, and that one person thought he was a failure too.
Oli wasn't one to wallow in self pity, it wasn't him, normally he'd just love to prove people wrong, love to just stick his fingers up to the world, his family, and do what ever the fuck he liked. But Tom had called him a mess, a loser. That stung. More then stung. And Oli just didn't have the strength to pick himself up and prove him wrong, didn't have the strength to brush off the comment, because it was Tom that had said it. He didn't know what to do, he just wanted his thoughts to stop...
And that was how he ended up at this house party, drunk, very drunk. The whole room was heaving with bodies, the bass of the music playing echoed in his chest, making his already damaged heart crack just that little bit further. He was sat on a sofa at the edge of the crowd, a blonde girl with too much make up sat next to him, sat too close, her face inches from his, not that Oli really noticed. He still couldn't turn his thoughts off, couldn't stop himself replaying the angry words that Tom had spoken to him, the conversation with Ian in his room, the look in Tom's eyes as he practically disowned his brother, it was enough to push Oli over the edge.
Shaking his head he realised he wasn't drunk enough yet, and turning his head to the blonde next to him he jutted his lip out, pouting. She quickly caught the hint, she had been feeding him drinks all night after all, and was finally happy that she seemed to be getting through to Oli, before he had just sat there and drank whatever she passed him.
Beaming she handed him another beer that she seemed to magic out of no where, Oli thought it best not to ask where she had got them all from, she had probably date-rape drugged it anyway.
Oli knew why the girl hung onto him, plying him with drink, Oli was a whore, and if drunk enough, he really was anyone's. Everyone knew this fact but not everyone took advantage of it, if you woke up with Oli in the morning and he didn't like what he saw then you'd just feel bad, right? Like taking advantage of a puppy or something. Oli told himself it wasn't the fact that he was a complete wanker to people.
Everyone may have known that little fact about Oli but few knew just how much he hated it. He did try not to do it, get too drunk, not go home with people, but he just couldn't help himself, no wonder his brother hated him, no wonder... Oli caught his thoughts, he wasn't going there again, plus the blonde had just whispered something in his ear that Oli would very much like to actually see. Grinning as Oli nodded, the blonde pushed herself up from the sofa, slightly drunk herself, and grabbing Oli's hand pulled him after her as she led the way upstairs.
Before Oli knew what was happening he found himself in a pink room. Everything in it was pink, the bed, the cuddly toys, everything, and he found himself wondering slightly how anyone could distinguish the different items when everything was the same colour. He was then faintly aware that the blonde girl was telling him it was her room, meaning it must be her house party, that'll be why this room wasn't full of people already, why the bed was free.
The girl pulled Oli after her, pushing him down onto the bed, an action that Oli was too drunk to even notice, but hey, he did realise he was suddenly lying on a bed with a hot blonde tugging at his belt, it wasn't the worst situation to be in.
Once the girl had undone Oli's belt and trousers, he felt her crawl onto him, kissing him. He responded to her lips, his kiss slightly more urgent then hers, she was trying to be sexy, he just wanted a fuck, to forget.
Working her hands down his chest, down his body, she pulled at the edge of his t-shirt, and he lifted his arms so that she could pull it off, she then threw it behind her. This time she then worked her mouth down his body, kissing, licking him till she stopped just before his trousers, looking up at him with large eyes. He couldn't help but whine, and bucked his hips up slightly, he was so hard already, see he was a whore and he knew it.
She slowly pulled down his trousers and boxers and finally, finally placed her hand on the bottom of his cock, finally lowering her head to lick the tip, causing Oli to buck again. She laughed and this time took Oli into her mouth, she didn't get very far as her throat muscles had tightened from laughing, so instead she licked at his underside and dragged her way back to the top.
She altered her angle, and seemed to get it right this time. Lowering her head again, she managed to take Oli all the way in till he felt himself hit the back of her throat, she didn't gag. And fuck, she started to set up the perfect pace, one that meant Oli didn't even have to move, which he would have found difficult anyway with how drunk he was.
And then something had to go and spoil this perfect moment, a moment where Oli couldn't remember why he had drank so much, a moment where nothing hurt, and a moment where he felt so, so good.
Someone opened the door to the bedroom and the girl quickly snapped her head up, looking guilty.
Oli raised his head slightly, expecting to see the girl's parents, not what he did see. Ian.
More importunately Tom. Ian and Tom. Tom stood behind Ian looking dazed, and Oli quickly worked out in his drunk state that Tom was even more pissed then he was, which was saying something. Behind Tom were three other people, who Oli faintly realised were Ian's mates. They all stepped into the room, Tom stumbling slightly.
“Good job Jade,” Ian addressed the girl, she beamed in reply like a child being praised. “Although I don't remember telling you to blow him,” he added. The girl shrugged.
“Whatever, he's hot, most people would pay to do it, not be paid to. Talking of money...” she trailed off, lifting an eyebrow expectantly at Ian. He grinned back.
“Of course, my dear,” he replied and digging into his pocket drew out a fistful of notes. “Here. Wicked party by the way.” Ian handed the girl, Jade, the notes and she beamed at him again, kissed his cheek and left the room.
Oli was still on the bed, dazed. He had watched the whole transaction but he was more worried about Tom, who was clearly drunk. Tom didn't drink, with good reason, he couldn't hold it, not as well as Oli, and he looked like he was completely out of it, clinging to Ian's arm to keep himself upright. Ian stroked his hair lightly, eyeing Oli. He then nodded to his mates behind him and they closed in on the bed.
Oli didn't even know how it happened, next thing he knew he had his trousers shoved back up, several bruised ribs, and was slung over some fat bastards shoulder, the guy really was massive, and freakishly strong, stronger then Oli. He was then carried out of the room and down the stairs, and from his vantage point looking backwards, he could see the other two boys and Ian and Tom following behind.
In his inebriated state, the whole situation seemed hilarious to Oli, except his brother being drunk of course. If this was a movie, Oli would how switched it off by now, well he wouldn't, he loved bad movies, but this situation, as far as situations go, was ridiculous. Oli was faintly aware that maybe he was being kidnapped, something which he found even funnier, but laughing whilst on someone's shoulder hurt his ribs too much, he wished he had more fat on his chest. Instead he watched events unfold, feeling far too detached in his drunk state to care all that much.
Oli was carried outside and thrown, rather unceremoniously into the back of what appeared to be a family people carrier. He was pushed into his seat and the person who had carried him squeezed in beside him, the back really was small.
Ian, Tom and another one of Ian's mates sat in the middle, whilst the third mate got into the drivers seat. Oli tried to stand up, but quickly settled back down again after several punches from the boy sat next to him. Oli shivered in the cold night air, his t-shirt still in Jade's bedroom where she had thrown it. His head spun and he was finding it hard to comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that his cock ached, he was still half hard, and that he was sure some of his ribs were broken, plus he was finding it hard to breath. Oli watched Ian turn around with interest, wondering what the younger boy was going to say.
“Oli. Babe. I wanna play a game. The game is called, 'lets see how much Oliver Sykes will let me do to him so that his little baby brother doesn't get it.'” Ian grinned, pulling a shivering Tom closer to his body, resting Tom's head on his chest, stroking his hair. Tom whimpered at the contact and sudden warmth, too drunk and too cold to hear Ian's words.
Oli hissed, he had threatened Ian before, now he just wanted to kill him, he couldn't believe he had let this happen, and if he lay one finger on Tom... Oli was quickly forced back into his seat again by the guy next to him, this time his nose bleeding profusely. He mumbled something incoherent but quickly stopped as it caused blood to leak backwards from his nose and trickle down his throat.
By the time that the car came to a stop, Oli had lost track of both time and where they were. They had been driving for what felt like hours, but it was still dark, and the country roads had eventually all blended into one. Plus Oli's head hurt. And his ribs. And his nose. Plus he was cold. And his chest was covered in his own blood. Plus Ian had his arm around his brother. Well you get the picture, it wasn't looking good. Oli was pissed off too.
Being pulled violently out of the car the sudden movement made Oli retch, but he fought the feeling down, he wasn't going to throw up in front of Ian, it would make him look even more pathetic then he felt at that point. Oli didn't do pathetic or victim, he preferred being on the other end.
Looking around Oli could make out the blurred outlines of a small, squat, out building, lit by the high moon. It also smelt like animals, and shit. A farm.
Oli decided there and then he fucking hated farmers.
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