If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(6/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(6/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:"“Bring it,” Oli managed before heaving himself to his knees."
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:XD Ho hum... So I apologize for the unintentional cliff hanger of the last chapter (yesh it REALLY was unintentional *does puppy eyes*) and umm, well I suppose here is the next chapter, cause I promised I would post today. I don't know if this turned out the way that I wanted it to, but I tried my best XD Oh and watch those warnings cause things start to get.. umm, well I suppose you'll see.
Nothing completely registered for Oli and the events that led him to find himself face down on some straw, fucking straw, were not in order, or even that coherent. He blurredly remembered a party, and drinking, and a girl, a girl with nice lips, and a pink bedroom, and his ribs hurting, and Ian, and Tom, drunk, and maybe a car, and blood, lots of his own blood, what was the quote “no-body makes me bleed my own blood,” he grinned into the straw, groaning as it made his nose hurt even more.
He rolled over and managed to look around. The room he was in looked like a barn, and smelt like a barn, I.e. of shit and hay, so he imagined it was, a barn that is. Although it was built of bricks so technically it was probably an outhouse, he thought fuzzily, not that it mattered. He snapped his thoughts back; they had a habit of wondering when he was this drunk. And it was only then that he realised just how drunk he actually was.
Squinting into the shadows that were thrown over the room from the open window, moonlight pouring in, Oli could make out shapes. They looked like people, but Oli wasn't sure, he didn't trust his own senses, he had just woken up in a barn, okay an outhouse, with little recollection of how he got there.
However, the shapes, seeming to realise Oli was no longer unconscious, which Oli hadn't even realised he had been, started to approach him. It was then that Oli could make out the faces, there was Ian, a boy who Oli now recognised as being called Will, who wore too much eyeliner and had black greasy hair, another boy who Oli didn't know, who had bright bleach blonde hair and the largest of the group who Oli recognised as the one who had carried him somewhere, he couldn't quite remember where.
And then Oli realised that Ian had his brother somewhere, somewhere where Oli couldn't see him. He searched the room desperately. He tried to get up, gripping his ribs, trying to breathe through the pain; he had to find his brother.
“Shhhh, don't worry baby,” Ian cooed at him as he drew nearer, pushing Oli back onto the straw, it hurt. “Your brother is safe and sound, well...” he trailed off and squatting down pushed his face towards Oli. “That is as long as you decide to play along.” Ian laughed, a sound that echoed in the large space, seemingly vibrating around the walls, and for a second Oli felt like he was in some bad horror movie, until Ian's words sunk in.
“You fuc... fucking...” Oli started again trying to push his body up, but he couldn't breathe when he sat meaning he couldn't even speak. Ian smirked at him.
“Now, now,” Ian shushed Oli again. “If you had just agreed to be my bitch the first time I would never have had to do this now would I?” Oli muttered something threatening under his breath but in his current situation it didn't even come across as mildly dangerous.
“Well you see,” Ian continued, ignoring Oli's words. “I got this idea whilst your brother was giving me a blow job. I mean, he is good, but I've heard just how good you are, and you've had more experience. So I thought that this trait must run in the family, and I wanted to play a little game where I either get you, or your brother. Now you see this is how the game works. You do as I tell you, or your brother gets hurt and he does it for you. See I'm being generous, you get to be the little whore you are and keep your little brother safe, nice huh?”
Oli let out a noise that sounded like a bubble popping in his throat, his nose was still bleeding, and he was in pain. Oli wasn't a wimp and he had been on the receiving end of quite a few punches in the past, especially with a mouth and temper like his, but being drunk and repeatedly beaten up, without the chance to retaliate was a completely new experience to Oli, one he didn't want to repeat. So instead of telling Ian where to go, he nodded, thinking it would be easier to bite Ian's fucking cock off if he willing put it in his mouth.
But then Tom appeared from nowhere, flagged by Ian's blonde friend that Oli didn't recognise, and although Tom wouldn't meet Oli's eye as he staggered forward, Oli could see the hurt and fear in Tom's eyes. Hurt that Ian had put there, fear that was caused by Ian, and although it made Oli want to kill Ian he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything to hurt Tom, do anything that would lead to Tom being hurt. Which meant complying with Ian. Oli felt himself sober a bit.
Ian walked slowly up to Tom, taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to Tom's. He then whispered something in Tom's ear, all the while Tom was frozen to the spot, only swaying slightly from the effect of the alcohol, and Oli realised that Tom didn't completely understand what was happening, he probably didn't even know that they were no longer at the party he had undoubtedly let Ian drag him to. Oli could hardly talk he was still unaware of how he had gotten here himself.
Ian turned back to Oli and smiled again, but all Oli could think of was that he wished Ian would do something soon, it felt like an age ago when he had found himself face down on the straw, that he now lay on top of. But then he wanted to take that thought back, because as soon as he thought it Ian turned back to Tom sharply and slapped him across the face, hard.
The sound of the impact was sickening enough to Oli, but twinned with the gasp from Tom and the look on his face, the hurt in his eye, it made Oli's stomach twist. He really wanted nothing more than to get up and kill Ian, but he couldn't, for Tom and, he hated to admit it, physically, he really couldn't move with these ribs.
Tom let out a sob, clinging to his face. He looked like a slapped puppy, betrayed, small, shivering, the alcohol and the love he still felt for Ian quickly turning the normally strong boy, after all he was a Sykes, into something weaker, and all Oli wanted to do was protect and comfort him, oh and beat the shit out of Ian.
Ian said something to the boy next to Tom and he turned and gripped the youngest boy's arms firmly, holding him in place. Ian then turned back to Oli.
“Strip.” He spoke the word as an order, and although Oli thought about ignoring Ian, he knew he could never willingly hurt his younger brother. He managed to heave himself to a slight sitting position, slight in the fact that he was still leaning back so as not to put too much weight on his ribs. He pushed his already undone trousers, and his boxers, done past his protruding hip bones, lifting himself carefully to drag the rest of his clothing down his legs.
The outhouse they were in wasn't sealed; it had no real windows, so the temperature was the same in here as it was outside, freezing. The cold air made Oli screw up his nose as it hit him, which in turn made him gasp slightly as his nose throbbed. He'd kicked his shoes off with his trousers and was now wearing only his socks, which he couldn't help but feel looked ridiculous, despite the fact he was covered in his own blood, in the middle of god knows where, lying on straw. However, he managed to kick his socks off too without bending forward, using just his feet. He figured if he had to be naked he may as well commit to it.
Once he had done he turned his head up to look at Ian defiantly. He could feel the boys gaze on him, searching over his body hungrily, but this feeling was hardly new to Oli so he ignored it. Instead he looked at Tom. Tom seemed to have given up even trying to stand, and was propped up in the arms of the other boy, his head lolling forward. Oli hoped he was just tired from the alcohol, Oli hoped he slept through this all.
“On your knees then, whore,” Ian snapped. Oli glanced at him thoughtfully, wondering if he could actually bit his cock off and get away with it. He figured Ian would be in too much pain to do anything, but then again there were three other people with Ian, so it probably would never work. He didn't think he should risk it.
“Bring it,” Oli managed before heaving himself to his knees. He's not going to lie, it hurt, a lot, but if Ian wanted him on his knees, on his knees he would be. The straw beneath him felt rough against his skin, but he ignored it, promising himself he would never look at a bale of straw the same way ever again.
Ian beamed at Oli and the reply he got, he knew Oli wasn't the type to cry or whine, and Ian loved it, he was even convinced that despite the whole kidnap thing, Oli would enjoy what was going to happen.
He approached Oli and stood over him, eyeing the kneeling boy expectantly. Oli heaved a sigh at this and reaching out started to fumble with Ian's belt, his fingers freezing every time they brushed Ian's stomach, and Ian had to remind himself that the weather was freezing, -2 at least. Finally Oli managed to undo the belt and whilst he fumbled with the button on Ian's jeans Ian turned his head to look at Tom.
The younger boy really did seem to be asleep, which was odd for saying it was freezing outside, and he was standing up, it couldn't be comfortable. But then again, Ian reasoned with himself, he had drank his bodyweight in alcohol, and he couldn't really care less if the boy was in discomfort, at least he told himself that anyway. But then he stopped thinking when Oli's mouth closed around him, because fuck, people weren't lying when they had said how good Oli was.
Ian made Oli swallow when he came, not that it bothered Oli that much, he had never spat anyway, it just made more mess. Then apparently it was now Will's turn.
Will looked uncomfortable to say the least. When Ian motioned for him to take his place in front of Oli, an actual look of pain crossed Will's face, one that Oli didn't miss. He especially didn't miss that the boy's face paled slightly when he saw the blood that was smeared onto Ian's stomach slightly, blood from Oli's nose. Oli couldn't have cared less what was going to happen to him, he could imagine, his only issue was Tom's safety, so the fact that Will seemed scared of him amused him no end.
“Come on sweetie, I won't bite, unless you want me to,” Oli huskily told Will, his lips swollen from Ian, his voice alluring rough from the way Ian's come had stung his throat. Oli knew he was sick and twisted, he also knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he was so used to being the one in charge, he hadn't been dominated since Gabe, always preferring to be the dominant one, so this was refreshing and new.
Will paled even more at Oli's offer, looking to Ian for help.
“Whatever Francis,” Ian snapped. “You can have a go whilst someone fucks him later ok.” It wasn't really a question and Ian was pissed because he'd now just told Oli some more of what was to come. Will nodded slightly looking more relieved.
Ian turned and motioned to the fat guy, the one that had carried Oli out of the house party. He quickly stepped forward and pulled his own trousers down, Oli had to quickly bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at what he saw, he'd never seen a dick that was fatter then it was long before, like shit man.
Licking his lips to lubricate them, Oli quickly went about his job. This guy however, was rougher then Ian, he grabbed the back of Oli's head, bucking his hips forward, fucking Oli's mouth. This meant that Oli's nose hit the guy’s stomach, meaning it decided to start bleeding again. This also meant that Oli not only had blood pouring out of his nose onto the dick he was sucking, but he had blood trickling down the back of his throat. This caused his throat muscles to squeeze as he tried to choke, but it didn't work, it only made the fat guy thrust faster.
Oli also couldn't breathe through his nose, which was too full of blood, meaning he couldn't breathe at all. He tried to pull back from the guy, just purely so that he could gasp for air, Oli really was a professional cock sucker, but not when he couldn't breathe and was having his mouth fucked. However, the boy who's dick he was sucking didn't seem pleased at the loss of suction around his cock and decided to kick Oli in the balls.
It all happened so fast, the kick, the way he was pushed backwards, the lack of oxygen, and the bang to the back of the head as he fell hard onto the straw covered concrete floor. The last thing that Oli remembered is seeing the look of horror on Ian's face as he watched him fall, and had Oli not been in so much pain, he would have laughed.
Everything went blank.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:"“Bring it,” Oli managed before heaving himself to his knees."
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:XD Ho hum... So I apologize for the unintentional cliff hanger of the last chapter (yesh it REALLY was unintentional *does puppy eyes*) and umm, well I suppose here is the next chapter, cause I promised I would post today. I don't know if this turned out the way that I wanted it to, but I tried my best XD Oh and watch those warnings cause things start to get.. umm, well I suppose you'll see.
Nothing completely registered for Oli and the events that led him to find himself face down on some straw, fucking straw, were not in order, or even that coherent. He blurredly remembered a party, and drinking, and a girl, a girl with nice lips, and a pink bedroom, and his ribs hurting, and Ian, and Tom, drunk, and maybe a car, and blood, lots of his own blood, what was the quote “no-body makes me bleed my own blood,” he grinned into the straw, groaning as it made his nose hurt even more.
He rolled over and managed to look around. The room he was in looked like a barn, and smelt like a barn, I.e. of shit and hay, so he imagined it was, a barn that is. Although it was built of bricks so technically it was probably an outhouse, he thought fuzzily, not that it mattered. He snapped his thoughts back; they had a habit of wondering when he was this drunk. And it was only then that he realised just how drunk he actually was.
Squinting into the shadows that were thrown over the room from the open window, moonlight pouring in, Oli could make out shapes. They looked like people, but Oli wasn't sure, he didn't trust his own senses, he had just woken up in a barn, okay an outhouse, with little recollection of how he got there.
However, the shapes, seeming to realise Oli was no longer unconscious, which Oli hadn't even realised he had been, started to approach him. It was then that Oli could make out the faces, there was Ian, a boy who Oli now recognised as being called Will, who wore too much eyeliner and had black greasy hair, another boy who Oli didn't know, who had bright bleach blonde hair and the largest of the group who Oli recognised as the one who had carried him somewhere, he couldn't quite remember where.
And then Oli realised that Ian had his brother somewhere, somewhere where Oli couldn't see him. He searched the room desperately. He tried to get up, gripping his ribs, trying to breathe through the pain; he had to find his brother.
“Shhhh, don't worry baby,” Ian cooed at him as he drew nearer, pushing Oli back onto the straw, it hurt. “Your brother is safe and sound, well...” he trailed off and squatting down pushed his face towards Oli. “That is as long as you decide to play along.” Ian laughed, a sound that echoed in the large space, seemingly vibrating around the walls, and for a second Oli felt like he was in some bad horror movie, until Ian's words sunk in.
“You fuc... fucking...” Oli started again trying to push his body up, but he couldn't breathe when he sat meaning he couldn't even speak. Ian smirked at him.
“Now, now,” Ian shushed Oli again. “If you had just agreed to be my bitch the first time I would never have had to do this now would I?” Oli muttered something threatening under his breath but in his current situation it didn't even come across as mildly dangerous.
“Well you see,” Ian continued, ignoring Oli's words. “I got this idea whilst your brother was giving me a blow job. I mean, he is good, but I've heard just how good you are, and you've had more experience. So I thought that this trait must run in the family, and I wanted to play a little game where I either get you, or your brother. Now you see this is how the game works. You do as I tell you, or your brother gets hurt and he does it for you. See I'm being generous, you get to be the little whore you are and keep your little brother safe, nice huh?”
Oli let out a noise that sounded like a bubble popping in his throat, his nose was still bleeding, and he was in pain. Oli wasn't a wimp and he had been on the receiving end of quite a few punches in the past, especially with a mouth and temper like his, but being drunk and repeatedly beaten up, without the chance to retaliate was a completely new experience to Oli, one he didn't want to repeat. So instead of telling Ian where to go, he nodded, thinking it would be easier to bite Ian's fucking cock off if he willing put it in his mouth.
But then Tom appeared from nowhere, flagged by Ian's blonde friend that Oli didn't recognise, and although Tom wouldn't meet Oli's eye as he staggered forward, Oli could see the hurt and fear in Tom's eyes. Hurt that Ian had put there, fear that was caused by Ian, and although it made Oli want to kill Ian he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything to hurt Tom, do anything that would lead to Tom being hurt. Which meant complying with Ian. Oli felt himself sober a bit.
Ian walked slowly up to Tom, taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to Tom's. He then whispered something in Tom's ear, all the while Tom was frozen to the spot, only swaying slightly from the effect of the alcohol, and Oli realised that Tom didn't completely understand what was happening, he probably didn't even know that they were no longer at the party he had undoubtedly let Ian drag him to. Oli could hardly talk he was still unaware of how he had gotten here himself.
Ian turned back to Oli and smiled again, but all Oli could think of was that he wished Ian would do something soon, it felt like an age ago when he had found himself face down on the straw, that he now lay on top of. But then he wanted to take that thought back, because as soon as he thought it Ian turned back to Tom sharply and slapped him across the face, hard.
The sound of the impact was sickening enough to Oli, but twinned with the gasp from Tom and the look on his face, the hurt in his eye, it made Oli's stomach twist. He really wanted nothing more than to get up and kill Ian, but he couldn't, for Tom and, he hated to admit it, physically, he really couldn't move with these ribs.
Tom let out a sob, clinging to his face. He looked like a slapped puppy, betrayed, small, shivering, the alcohol and the love he still felt for Ian quickly turning the normally strong boy, after all he was a Sykes, into something weaker, and all Oli wanted to do was protect and comfort him, oh and beat the shit out of Ian.
Ian said something to the boy next to Tom and he turned and gripped the youngest boy's arms firmly, holding him in place. Ian then turned back to Oli.
“Strip.” He spoke the word as an order, and although Oli thought about ignoring Ian, he knew he could never willingly hurt his younger brother. He managed to heave himself to a slight sitting position, slight in the fact that he was still leaning back so as not to put too much weight on his ribs. He pushed his already undone trousers, and his boxers, done past his protruding hip bones, lifting himself carefully to drag the rest of his clothing down his legs.
The outhouse they were in wasn't sealed; it had no real windows, so the temperature was the same in here as it was outside, freezing. The cold air made Oli screw up his nose as it hit him, which in turn made him gasp slightly as his nose throbbed. He'd kicked his shoes off with his trousers and was now wearing only his socks, which he couldn't help but feel looked ridiculous, despite the fact he was covered in his own blood, in the middle of god knows where, lying on straw. However, he managed to kick his socks off too without bending forward, using just his feet. He figured if he had to be naked he may as well commit to it.
Once he had done he turned his head up to look at Ian defiantly. He could feel the boys gaze on him, searching over his body hungrily, but this feeling was hardly new to Oli so he ignored it. Instead he looked at Tom. Tom seemed to have given up even trying to stand, and was propped up in the arms of the other boy, his head lolling forward. Oli hoped he was just tired from the alcohol, Oli hoped he slept through this all.
“On your knees then, whore,” Ian snapped. Oli glanced at him thoughtfully, wondering if he could actually bit his cock off and get away with it. He figured Ian would be in too much pain to do anything, but then again there were three other people with Ian, so it probably would never work. He didn't think he should risk it.
“Bring it,” Oli managed before heaving himself to his knees. He's not going to lie, it hurt, a lot, but if Ian wanted him on his knees, on his knees he would be. The straw beneath him felt rough against his skin, but he ignored it, promising himself he would never look at a bale of straw the same way ever again.
Ian beamed at Oli and the reply he got, he knew Oli wasn't the type to cry or whine, and Ian loved it, he was even convinced that despite the whole kidnap thing, Oli would enjoy what was going to happen.
He approached Oli and stood over him, eyeing the kneeling boy expectantly. Oli heaved a sigh at this and reaching out started to fumble with Ian's belt, his fingers freezing every time they brushed Ian's stomach, and Ian had to remind himself that the weather was freezing, -2 at least. Finally Oli managed to undo the belt and whilst he fumbled with the button on Ian's jeans Ian turned his head to look at Tom.
The younger boy really did seem to be asleep, which was odd for saying it was freezing outside, and he was standing up, it couldn't be comfortable. But then again, Ian reasoned with himself, he had drank his bodyweight in alcohol, and he couldn't really care less if the boy was in discomfort, at least he told himself that anyway. But then he stopped thinking when Oli's mouth closed around him, because fuck, people weren't lying when they had said how good Oli was.
Ian made Oli swallow when he came, not that it bothered Oli that much, he had never spat anyway, it just made more mess. Then apparently it was now Will's turn.
Will looked uncomfortable to say the least. When Ian motioned for him to take his place in front of Oli, an actual look of pain crossed Will's face, one that Oli didn't miss. He especially didn't miss that the boy's face paled slightly when he saw the blood that was smeared onto Ian's stomach slightly, blood from Oli's nose. Oli couldn't have cared less what was going to happen to him, he could imagine, his only issue was Tom's safety, so the fact that Will seemed scared of him amused him no end.
“Come on sweetie, I won't bite, unless you want me to,” Oli huskily told Will, his lips swollen from Ian, his voice alluring rough from the way Ian's come had stung his throat. Oli knew he was sick and twisted, he also knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he was so used to being the one in charge, he hadn't been dominated since Gabe, always preferring to be the dominant one, so this was refreshing and new.
Will paled even more at Oli's offer, looking to Ian for help.
“Whatever Francis,” Ian snapped. “You can have a go whilst someone fucks him later ok.” It wasn't really a question and Ian was pissed because he'd now just told Oli some more of what was to come. Will nodded slightly looking more relieved.
Ian turned and motioned to the fat guy, the one that had carried Oli out of the house party. He quickly stepped forward and pulled his own trousers down, Oli had to quickly bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at what he saw, he'd never seen a dick that was fatter then it was long before, like shit man.
Licking his lips to lubricate them, Oli quickly went about his job. This guy however, was rougher then Ian, he grabbed the back of Oli's head, bucking his hips forward, fucking Oli's mouth. This meant that Oli's nose hit the guy’s stomach, meaning it decided to start bleeding again. This also meant that Oli not only had blood pouring out of his nose onto the dick he was sucking, but he had blood trickling down the back of his throat. This caused his throat muscles to squeeze as he tried to choke, but it didn't work, it only made the fat guy thrust faster.
Oli also couldn't breathe through his nose, which was too full of blood, meaning he couldn't breathe at all. He tried to pull back from the guy, just purely so that he could gasp for air, Oli really was a professional cock sucker, but not when he couldn't breathe and was having his mouth fucked. However, the boy who's dick he was sucking didn't seem pleased at the loss of suction around his cock and decided to kick Oli in the balls.
It all happened so fast, the kick, the way he was pushed backwards, the lack of oxygen, and the bang to the back of the head as he fell hard onto the straw covered concrete floor. The last thing that Oli remembered is seeing the look of horror on Ian's face as he watched him fall, and had Oli not been in so much pain, he would have laughed.
Everything went blank.
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