If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(7/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(7/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Tom let out a noise like an injured kitten and slumped, cradling his face.”
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
Dedicatins: Everyone who has joined the Sykecest community, and if you haven't you should do now so that this is then dedicated to you too! <3
Author Notes:I just realised that I haven't posted this for a while, well it feels like it anywho... so I thought I wuold post XD I'm running out of pre-written chapters now, i don't actually think i have a chapter 8, i have a chapter 9 though! Which basically means i should write and stop being so facking lazy... it really has no effect on the story and so you prob didn't need to know but yeah. Enjoy.
They're going to tip water on me. It was the first thought that Oli clearly remembered thinking, and he had no idea why it suddenly came into his head. He didn't even know who 'they' were or where he was, until water was actually tipped on him.
Then he remembered.
The water was so cold, and Oli himself was so cold, that it actually burned his skin. His body screamed out in pain but he gritted his teeth, he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of reacting to the water.
And Oli had guessed right about someone wanting a reaction as when he looked up Ian was watching him intently. Oli managed a small smirk which made Ian pout and scowl slightly at the lack of a reaction from the older boy. This made Oli smirk all the more, Ian didn't get a reaction out of him but he got one out of Ian. Ian sighed.
Ian ripped his gaze off Oli and turning, walked over to Tom, who was still stood with the other boy, who, when Ian got closer, released Tom and stepped back. This made Tom stumble, Ian caught him.
Oli could hear Ian coo at Tom, rock him slightly, and saw as Ian punched Tom in the face. The action was so sudden no one reacted for several seconds, until Tom let out a noise like an injured kitten and slumped, cradling his face. Oli tried to move. Ian let go of Tom's arm suddenly and he fell to the floor, where he was then picked up by the other boy as Ian turned back to face Oli.
“Well, you wasted precious time by falling unconscious, you only have yourself to blame Oli babe, oh and trying to get away from my little friend's, little friend wasn't your best idea.” Ian motioned to the fat guy who glared at Oli. “Best warm you up then or summit, you know, before you die and all, otherwise then I'd have to just use Tom.” Ian waited. This time he did get a reaction. Oli growled, actually growled, then cursed under his breath, he'd reacted like that to Ian before and that had just made matters worse, this time was no different either. Ian beamed. “Hands and knees then.”
Slowly, very, very slowly, Oli managed to comply, despite the fact his muscles seemed to have given up listening to him, too numb from the cold, and his bones just fucking hurt too much.
As he managed to get himself onto hands and knees Oli looked at Tom quickly, finding him still being supported by the other boy, his hand still over his face, but he didn't seem to be crying, and Oli was thankful for that. Although, and in the dark it took Oli a while to figure this out, Tom was stood staring straight at Oli. This made Oli feel uncomfortable, the eyes too blank, too unfocused. He gritted his teeth again, tearing his gaze away from Tom, he couldn't do this while watching him.
When Oli finally stopped moving, now facing partly away from Tom, Ian slowly moved around to the back of Oli, and Oli simply waited patiently, not that he had any other choice.
Of course this wasn't Oli's first time, far from it, but it was his first time in a while, he hadn't had a proper one night stand for months, a long time for him, too caught up in his feelings for Tom, even in his newly appointed self destruct mode he hadn't been all the way with anyone, he had, after all, been grounded.
Oli knew it would hurt, especially as there was no preparation, but the pain that he felt seemed to be tenfold compared to anything he had ever felt before when having sex. He couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain, his arms buckling under him.
He could feel Ian's nails digging into the skin stretched over his hips, pulling Oli further on to him, the grip vice like, bruising. He felt Ian's laugh vibrating around his chest as Ian laughed in glee at the gasp of pain that Oli had issued.
He felt as if he was being torn in half, a sensation that ripped at him. His breathing became jagged as he tried to breathe through the pain, relax, anything in the hope that the pain would subside. Nothing seemed to help.
His eyes stung from the pain, watering, and he became aware that it might look like he was crying. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Ian was fully in now and quickly pulled back before slamming in again. He didn't even give time for Oli to adjust, and this hurt even more then before.
Oli bit into his lip, tasting fresh blood, but he still emitted a moan of pain before he could stop himself.
Ian moaned back in response and Oli's stomach twisted sharply.
The next time Ian slammed himself back in, Oli couldn't help himself from leaning back into it, trying to ease the pain, it actually helped slightly.
This movement seemed to spur Ian on further as he leant across Oli, biting his neck roughly in several places, bruising the soft skin, marking him, claiming him. He brushed his mouth past Oli's ear.
“I knew you would like this, whore,” Ian breathed into Oli's ear, mistaking Oli pushing back into him as Oli contributing. Oli would have told him where to go or agreed just to shock Ian if he could breathe, but he couldn't. Plus his throat still felt fucked up, only enabling him to emit the traitorous moans against Oli's will, rather then words in his defence. It appeared even his body really didn't like him anymore.
As Ian picked up a rhythm, one that tore at Oli and caused his legs to almost near collapse from the pain, Oli was faintly aware that Tom was still watching. He could only see him in his peripheral vision if he tilted his head a specific way, one that meant he had to lean back against Ian to do so, but a position that helped ease the pain slightly nevertheless. Not that he wanted to meet Tom's eye, not when he was like this, in this position.
Oli could clearly see Will however, especially when he came and stood in front of Oli and started fumbling with his belt. It appeared that Ian had said something to Will whilst Oli was trying to not look at Tom.
Oli still couldn't catch his breath, from the pain, his already sore throat and from the blood that still lingered from his nose, so he had no idea how he was supposed to suck Will off at all, let alone at the same time as Ian fucked him.
It wasn't the only time that Oli had taken part in a threesome (if this could be called that,) even if he was used to being on the end, not the middle, but he felt that this was too much. He was freezing cold, in pain, naked in some pissing barn, on his hands and knees, being watched as Ian fucked him, and now he was expected to blow someone. He was Oli fucking Sykes, no one had treated him like this in years.
He had to remind himself quickly that if he didn't comply Tom would be hurt, again, and he'd already slipped up once, he wasn't going to let his mistake be repeated.
Oli tried to prepare himself, he locked his arms so his head moved less with Ian's thrusts, and tried to put as much spit in his mouth as possible. He licked his lips, trying to warm and lubricating them and tried to relax his throat and open it up.
Unfortunately none of his preparation seemed to help.
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It wasn't long until it was over, and Oli was finally allowed to slump down onto the straw, still gasping in air, freezing air, that burned his lungs, but air nevertheless.
He wasn't really aware of much as the alcohol in his blood seemed to wash back over him, helping to warm his cold, aching limbs, but he knew that Ian kicked him in the leg, that the fat guy kicked his ribs, and that Tom was slapped again before being dragged out, and all the while Oli couldn't even move.
Oli wasn't sure how long he lay there, breathing carefully, shallow, nursing his ribs, before his head seemed to clear and the world finally realised which way was up and which way was down.
He moved slightly, testing his body. It hurt like hell but with the alcohol and the cold it was a pain that he could stand, for now.
Shifting again Oli managed to place his body so that he could move himself forward towards the pile of clothes which still lay where he had placed them. He was surprised that they had been left.
Although he hurt, all over, especially his nose and throat, Oli finally managed to get dressed, although he still was minus a t-shirt. He felt his pockets and located his phone but looking at it he saw that his signal was none existent, not only did he now hate farms, he also hated farmers, why the fuck would you put your farm in the middle of fuck knows where.
The out house was still dark, the moon slightly lower now in the sky, not shining through the window as much as it had been previously. Oli looked again at his phone, it was 5:30 in the morning. He could be here a while.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Tom let out a noise like an injured kitten and slumped, cradling his face.”
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
Dedicatins: Everyone who has joined the Sykecest community, and if you haven't you should do now so that this is then dedicated to you too! <3
Author Notes:I just realised that I haven't posted this for a while, well it feels like it anywho... so I thought I wuold post XD I'm running out of pre-written chapters now, i don't actually think i have a chapter 8, i have a chapter 9 though! Which basically means i should write and stop being so facking lazy... it really has no effect on the story and so you prob didn't need to know but yeah. Enjoy.
They're going to tip water on me. It was the first thought that Oli clearly remembered thinking, and he had no idea why it suddenly came into his head. He didn't even know who 'they' were or where he was, until water was actually tipped on him.
Then he remembered.
The water was so cold, and Oli himself was so cold, that it actually burned his skin. His body screamed out in pain but he gritted his teeth, he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of reacting to the water.
And Oli had guessed right about someone wanting a reaction as when he looked up Ian was watching him intently. Oli managed a small smirk which made Ian pout and scowl slightly at the lack of a reaction from the older boy. This made Oli smirk all the more, Ian didn't get a reaction out of him but he got one out of Ian. Ian sighed.
Ian ripped his gaze off Oli and turning, walked over to Tom, who was still stood with the other boy, who, when Ian got closer, released Tom and stepped back. This made Tom stumble, Ian caught him.
Oli could hear Ian coo at Tom, rock him slightly, and saw as Ian punched Tom in the face. The action was so sudden no one reacted for several seconds, until Tom let out a noise like an injured kitten and slumped, cradling his face. Oli tried to move. Ian let go of Tom's arm suddenly and he fell to the floor, where he was then picked up by the other boy as Ian turned back to face Oli.
“Well, you wasted precious time by falling unconscious, you only have yourself to blame Oli babe, oh and trying to get away from my little friend's, little friend wasn't your best idea.” Ian motioned to the fat guy who glared at Oli. “Best warm you up then or summit, you know, before you die and all, otherwise then I'd have to just use Tom.” Ian waited. This time he did get a reaction. Oli growled, actually growled, then cursed under his breath, he'd reacted like that to Ian before and that had just made matters worse, this time was no different either. Ian beamed. “Hands and knees then.”
Slowly, very, very slowly, Oli managed to comply, despite the fact his muscles seemed to have given up listening to him, too numb from the cold, and his bones just fucking hurt too much.
As he managed to get himself onto hands and knees Oli looked at Tom quickly, finding him still being supported by the other boy, his hand still over his face, but he didn't seem to be crying, and Oli was thankful for that. Although, and in the dark it took Oli a while to figure this out, Tom was stood staring straight at Oli. This made Oli feel uncomfortable, the eyes too blank, too unfocused. He gritted his teeth again, tearing his gaze away from Tom, he couldn't do this while watching him.
When Oli finally stopped moving, now facing partly away from Tom, Ian slowly moved around to the back of Oli, and Oli simply waited patiently, not that he had any other choice.
Of course this wasn't Oli's first time, far from it, but it was his first time in a while, he hadn't had a proper one night stand for months, a long time for him, too caught up in his feelings for Tom, even in his newly appointed self destruct mode he hadn't been all the way with anyone, he had, after all, been grounded.
Oli knew it would hurt, especially as there was no preparation, but the pain that he felt seemed to be tenfold compared to anything he had ever felt before when having sex. He couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain, his arms buckling under him.
He could feel Ian's nails digging into the skin stretched over his hips, pulling Oli further on to him, the grip vice like, bruising. He felt Ian's laugh vibrating around his chest as Ian laughed in glee at the gasp of pain that Oli had issued.
He felt as if he was being torn in half, a sensation that ripped at him. His breathing became jagged as he tried to breathe through the pain, relax, anything in the hope that the pain would subside. Nothing seemed to help.
His eyes stung from the pain, watering, and he became aware that it might look like he was crying. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Ian was fully in now and quickly pulled back before slamming in again. He didn't even give time for Oli to adjust, and this hurt even more then before.
Oli bit into his lip, tasting fresh blood, but he still emitted a moan of pain before he could stop himself.
Ian moaned back in response and Oli's stomach twisted sharply.
The next time Ian slammed himself back in, Oli couldn't help himself from leaning back into it, trying to ease the pain, it actually helped slightly.
This movement seemed to spur Ian on further as he leant across Oli, biting his neck roughly in several places, bruising the soft skin, marking him, claiming him. He brushed his mouth past Oli's ear.
“I knew you would like this, whore,” Ian breathed into Oli's ear, mistaking Oli pushing back into him as Oli contributing. Oli would have told him where to go or agreed just to shock Ian if he could breathe, but he couldn't. Plus his throat still felt fucked up, only enabling him to emit the traitorous moans against Oli's will, rather then words in his defence. It appeared even his body really didn't like him anymore.
As Ian picked up a rhythm, one that tore at Oli and caused his legs to almost near collapse from the pain, Oli was faintly aware that Tom was still watching. He could only see him in his peripheral vision if he tilted his head a specific way, one that meant he had to lean back against Ian to do so, but a position that helped ease the pain slightly nevertheless. Not that he wanted to meet Tom's eye, not when he was like this, in this position.
Oli could clearly see Will however, especially when he came and stood in front of Oli and started fumbling with his belt. It appeared that Ian had said something to Will whilst Oli was trying to not look at Tom.
Oli still couldn't catch his breath, from the pain, his already sore throat and from the blood that still lingered from his nose, so he had no idea how he was supposed to suck Will off at all, let alone at the same time as Ian fucked him.
It wasn't the only time that Oli had taken part in a threesome (if this could be called that,) even if he was used to being on the end, not the middle, but he felt that this was too much. He was freezing cold, in pain, naked in some pissing barn, on his hands and knees, being watched as Ian fucked him, and now he was expected to blow someone. He was Oli fucking Sykes, no one had treated him like this in years.
He had to remind himself quickly that if he didn't comply Tom would be hurt, again, and he'd already slipped up once, he wasn't going to let his mistake be repeated.
Oli tried to prepare himself, he locked his arms so his head moved less with Ian's thrusts, and tried to put as much spit in his mouth as possible. He licked his lips, trying to warm and lubricating them and tried to relax his throat and open it up.
Unfortunately none of his preparation seemed to help.
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It wasn't long until it was over, and Oli was finally allowed to slump down onto the straw, still gasping in air, freezing air, that burned his lungs, but air nevertheless.
He wasn't really aware of much as the alcohol in his blood seemed to wash back over him, helping to warm his cold, aching limbs, but he knew that Ian kicked him in the leg, that the fat guy kicked his ribs, and that Tom was slapped again before being dragged out, and all the while Oli couldn't even move.
Oli wasn't sure how long he lay there, breathing carefully, shallow, nursing his ribs, before his head seemed to clear and the world finally realised which way was up and which way was down.
He moved slightly, testing his body. It hurt like hell but with the alcohol and the cold it was a pain that he could stand, for now.
Shifting again Oli managed to place his body so that he could move himself forward towards the pile of clothes which still lay where he had placed them. He was surprised that they had been left.
Although he hurt, all over, especially his nose and throat, Oli finally managed to get dressed, although he still was minus a t-shirt. He felt his pockets and located his phone but looking at it he saw that his signal was none existent, not only did he now hate farms, he also hated farmers, why the fuck would you put your farm in the middle of fuck knows where.
The out house was still dark, the moon slightly lower now in the sky, not shining through the window as much as it had been previously. Oli looked again at his phone, it was 5:30 in the morning. He could be here a while.
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