If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(10/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(10/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“IAN FUCKING WATKINS.”
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 ever read this 'cause i wanna say sorry for not posting for years and being shit!
Author Notes: So I'm back... and I'm sorry how shit and short this chapter is but this is the last of the pre-written material that I should have poster ages ago! I'm not sure for how long I will carry on posting but I will try my hardest to post! If anyone is interested I have now moved out... and I'm officially at university! I love it! Best choice I ever made! Now the fact that I'm so happy may fuck with my writing... but meh, I think the deep down evil and darkness will stay put. Plus I've had my hips pierced! They're awesome! XD
“Who the fuck just picked Tom up?” Oli spat to his mother, this time he wasn't pissed at her, but at what he'd just seen.
It was the next day and although things were still strained, Oli's mother had decided to talk to her son purely at Tom's insistence that it wasn't Oli's fault and that Oli had actually saved him, although she didn't know how he had done anything from the state he was in. She still wasn't about to apologise for calling him everything that she did, and she was still sulking about the business trip.
“Watch your language Oli,” she said, clearly not even listening properly, but at least she was back to calling him Oli as opposed to Oliver.
“Who?” Oli insisted.
“Ian, of course,” Mr Sykes replied for his wife, eyeing his eldest son wearily. “Oli, go annoy someone who gives a shit, stop freaking stalking your brother too,” his father told him, a hint at a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling. (He obviously found Oli endearing, first time for everything.) Fuck, if only he knew, some small part of Oli's brain thought, while the rest of it screamed. IAN FUCKING WATKINS. If he still had his car keys he'd go and fucking petrol bomb that fuckers house, hell he'd even do it without his car, but if Tom was there...
He slammed out of the room, only slightly hurting his ribs in the process, not that he would admit that, and went off to sulk, there was little else he could do.
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“Ian,” Oli's voice was full of hatred, dripping with disgust. Tom looked up guiltily as he came through the front door that night, it was 12. Oli was sat on the stairs, had been for the past three hours, waiting. “1- what the fuck? And 2- if he so much as went near you...” Oli let the threat hang, he'd hold back on the insults for Ian himself, not Tom.
“Oli...” Tom trailed off, he couldn't explain it, he didn’t know what he could say, what he could say to make it better. He just didn’t have the words, even if it meant it hurt Oli.
“Really Tom? Really? After everything?”
“It's not as easy as that you know,” Tom snapped, anger in his voice and Oli may have flinched. “Maybe,” Tom spat, “you aren't the only one who can be blackmailed.” He pushed past Oli roughly, leaving Oli still staring at the space where the younger boy had been. Oli was stunned, unsure; he didn’t even want to think what Tom could have possibly meant by blackmail. He sure as hell didn't even want to attempt to pursue it; he couldn't have Tom hate him again, not now.
Plus, did innocent, precious, I-can-never-do-anything-wrong Tom just break his curfew, Oli thinks that he did. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“IAN FUCKING WATKINS.”
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 ever read this 'cause i wanna say sorry for not posting for years and being shit!
Author Notes: So I'm back... and I'm sorry how shit and short this chapter is but this is the last of the pre-written material that I should have poster ages ago! I'm not sure for how long I will carry on posting but I will try my hardest to post! If anyone is interested I have now moved out... and I'm officially at university! I love it! Best choice I ever made! Now the fact that I'm so happy may fuck with my writing... but meh, I think the deep down evil and darkness will stay put. Plus I've had my hips pierced! They're awesome! XD
“Who the fuck just picked Tom up?” Oli spat to his mother, this time he wasn't pissed at her, but at what he'd just seen.
It was the next day and although things were still strained, Oli's mother had decided to talk to her son purely at Tom's insistence that it wasn't Oli's fault and that Oli had actually saved him, although she didn't know how he had done anything from the state he was in. She still wasn't about to apologise for calling him everything that she did, and she was still sulking about the business trip.
“Watch your language Oli,” she said, clearly not even listening properly, but at least she was back to calling him Oli as opposed to Oliver.
“Who?” Oli insisted.
“Ian, of course,” Mr Sykes replied for his wife, eyeing his eldest son wearily. “Oli, go annoy someone who gives a shit, stop freaking stalking your brother too,” his father told him, a hint at a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling. (He obviously found Oli endearing, first time for everything.) Fuck, if only he knew, some small part of Oli's brain thought, while the rest of it screamed. IAN FUCKING WATKINS. If he still had his car keys he'd go and fucking petrol bomb that fuckers house, hell he'd even do it without his car, but if Tom was there...
He slammed out of the room, only slightly hurting his ribs in the process, not that he would admit that, and went off to sulk, there was little else he could do.
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“Ian,” Oli's voice was full of hatred, dripping with disgust. Tom looked up guiltily as he came through the front door that night, it was 12. Oli was sat on the stairs, had been for the past three hours, waiting. “1- what the fuck? And 2- if he so much as went near you...” Oli let the threat hang, he'd hold back on the insults for Ian himself, not Tom.
“Oli...” Tom trailed off, he couldn't explain it, he didn’t know what he could say, what he could say to make it better. He just didn’t have the words, even if it meant it hurt Oli.
“Really Tom? Really? After everything?”
“It's not as easy as that you know,” Tom snapped, anger in his voice and Oli may have flinched. “Maybe,” Tom spat, “you aren't the only one who can be blackmailed.” He pushed past Oli roughly, leaving Oli still staring at the space where the younger boy had been. Oli was stunned, unsure; he didn’t even want to think what Tom could have possibly meant by blackmail. He sure as hell didn't even want to attempt to pursue it; he couldn't have Tom hate him again, not now.
Plus, did innocent, precious, I-can-never-do-anything-wrong Tom just break his curfew, Oli thinks that he did. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
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