If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(11/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(11/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins + Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Tom shook his head. Nothing was wrong.”
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: Anyone who still gives a shit after so long... and if this applies to you... thank you!!
Author Notes: I told you one of these days i would update... feel free to tell me how crap and short this is... bleh.
The next morning Oli found Tom at the bottom of the garden, smoking.
Oli reaching out, took the cigarette from Tom’s unresisting hand, took a drag, or two, then crushed it into his hand. Party trick.
“It’s bad for you,” he told Tom. “What’s up lil’ bro?”
“The Sky,” Tom replied looking miserable, the look alone enough to make Oli himself feel depressed.
“Wanna talk about it?” Oli asked carefully, he didn’t want to push it, the way Tom had snapped at him the previous night still too fresh in his mind.
Tom then looked up at him. Not just facing his direction, but really looking, studying his brother’s face, the face Oli quickly tried to make look like the face you’d tell your problems to, which was hard, mainly because Oli couldn’t make himself look like Tom.
Tom shook his head. Nothing was wrong.
Oli knew being the caring brother didn’t suit him, he’d pushed everyone away too long to just change back like that. But sarcastic Oli...
“Well you are aware if you don’t tell me I’ll have to tell mum and dad you broke curfew last night,” Oli threw out, stretching nonchalantly but watching Tom from the corner of his eye.
Tom caught Oli looking, saw the lifeline Oli was throwing him, the chance to break the ice, the ice that had grown so thick, between them. Tom smiled slightly.
“What ever happened to brotherly loyalty?” Tom asked lightly, elbowing Oli calmly, although carefully, in the ribs, a playful glint in his eye.
“It ran for the hills when you helped get me grounded,” Oli replied, a grin on his face, which may have hurt his split lip but whatever.
However, his face quickly changed.
“Oww, that hurt!” he exclaimed clutching his ribs in mock pain, his face screwed up in ‘agony’. “I’m a all bruised don’t-cha-know!” he continued in a baby voice, trying to do puppy dogs eyes, which he knew killed everyone, that is if he’d have been able to do it without laughing.
Tom rolled his eyes at his brother, who didn’t see, too busy bent double in ‘pain’.
“Drama queen, late reactions too,” Tom commented. He threw an arm around Oli’s shoulders. “You think you’ll live?”
“Yeah, I should pull through,” Oli spoke in a half whisper as if still in pain.
Laughing and joking helped make Oli feel better. More than better, it seemed to warm him from the inside, without sounding cliché. All the things that had happened over the last week seemed to pale in comparison to this one moment in the garden. The violence, the drink, even Ia... HIM...
Oli eased himself back up to see his brother’s face a mere few inches away from his. Apparently Tom had leant over Oli to hear his reply.
Tom was close, too close, again. It was times like these Oli lived for, times like these Oli lived in fear of.
His breath hitched in his throat, he was suddenly too aware of Tom, of Tom’s body nest to his, of his arm over his shoulders, of his soft breathing, of his blue eyes. Blue eyes that were looking straight into Oli’s own brown ones, the look too intense for Oli to stand, too intense for him to look away.
He stayed there frozen, in what he was pretty sure was fear. The great Oli Sykes afraid. But that was what Tom could do to him, make him feel. Made him feel alive. Who would need alcohol or drugs when they had that?
And then time slowed completely. And Tom was still so close.
And then the distance got smaller and Oli couldn’t think why, how it had happened. He hadn’t moved, had he?
And then Tom kissed him.
And then stars started to explode in Oli’s head, a pain shooting through it. It was too much.
He couldn’t stand it, Tom’s soft, full lips pressing gently onto his, his sweet cigarette breath tickling gently onto his lips, and how close his body was to his.
He was saved by his mother.
“Tom!” She called from the house, making both boys jump apart. Oli could finally see straight and the pain in his head subsided.
“Now how much to stop me telling her you’ve been smoking.” Oli couldn’t look Tom in the eye, so resorting back to humour was all he could hide in.
Tom shuffled nervously before smiling slightly to show Oli he had heard him and getting up to disappear back into the house.
Shit.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins + Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“Tom shook his head. Nothing was wrong.”
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: Anyone who still gives a shit after so long... and if this applies to you... thank you!!
Author Notes: I told you one of these days i would update... feel free to tell me how crap and short this is... bleh.
The next morning Oli found Tom at the bottom of the garden, smoking.
Oli reaching out, took the cigarette from Tom’s unresisting hand, took a drag, or two, then crushed it into his hand. Party trick.
“It’s bad for you,” he told Tom. “What’s up lil’ bro?”
“The Sky,” Tom replied looking miserable, the look alone enough to make Oli himself feel depressed.
“Wanna talk about it?” Oli asked carefully, he didn’t want to push it, the way Tom had snapped at him the previous night still too fresh in his mind.
Tom then looked up at him. Not just facing his direction, but really looking, studying his brother’s face, the face Oli quickly tried to make look like the face you’d tell your problems to, which was hard, mainly because Oli couldn’t make himself look like Tom.
Tom shook his head. Nothing was wrong.
Oli knew being the caring brother didn’t suit him, he’d pushed everyone away too long to just change back like that. But sarcastic Oli...
“Well you are aware if you don’t tell me I’ll have to tell mum and dad you broke curfew last night,” Oli threw out, stretching nonchalantly but watching Tom from the corner of his eye.
Tom caught Oli looking, saw the lifeline Oli was throwing him, the chance to break the ice, the ice that had grown so thick, between them. Tom smiled slightly.
“What ever happened to brotherly loyalty?” Tom asked lightly, elbowing Oli calmly, although carefully, in the ribs, a playful glint in his eye.
“It ran for the hills when you helped get me grounded,” Oli replied, a grin on his face, which may have hurt his split lip but whatever.
However, his face quickly changed.
“Oww, that hurt!” he exclaimed clutching his ribs in mock pain, his face screwed up in ‘agony’. “I’m a all bruised don’t-cha-know!” he continued in a baby voice, trying to do puppy dogs eyes, which he knew killed everyone, that is if he’d have been able to do it without laughing.
Tom rolled his eyes at his brother, who didn’t see, too busy bent double in ‘pain’.
“Drama queen, late reactions too,” Tom commented. He threw an arm around Oli’s shoulders. “You think you’ll live?”
“Yeah, I should pull through,” Oli spoke in a half whisper as if still in pain.
Laughing and joking helped make Oli feel better. More than better, it seemed to warm him from the inside, without sounding cliché. All the things that had happened over the last week seemed to pale in comparison to this one moment in the garden. The violence, the drink, even Ia... HIM...
Oli eased himself back up to see his brother’s face a mere few inches away from his. Apparently Tom had leant over Oli to hear his reply.
Tom was close, too close, again. It was times like these Oli lived for, times like these Oli lived in fear of.
His breath hitched in his throat, he was suddenly too aware of Tom, of Tom’s body nest to his, of his arm over his shoulders, of his soft breathing, of his blue eyes. Blue eyes that were looking straight into Oli’s own brown ones, the look too intense for Oli to stand, too intense for him to look away.
He stayed there frozen, in what he was pretty sure was fear. The great Oli Sykes afraid. But that was what Tom could do to him, make him feel. Made him feel alive. Who would need alcohol or drugs when they had that?
And then time slowed completely. And Tom was still so close.
And then the distance got smaller and Oli couldn’t think why, how it had happened. He hadn’t moved, had he?
And then Tom kissed him.
And then stars started to explode in Oli’s head, a pain shooting through it. It was too much.
He couldn’t stand it, Tom’s soft, full lips pressing gently onto his, his sweet cigarette breath tickling gently onto his lips, and how close his body was to his.
He was saved by his mother.
“Tom!” She called from the house, making both boys jump apart. Oli could finally see straight and the pain in his head subsided.
“Now how much to stop me telling her you’ve been smoking.” Oli couldn’t look Tom in the eye, so resorting back to humour was all he could hide in.
Tom shuffled nervously before smiling slightly to show Oli he had heard him and getting up to disappear back into the house.
Shit.
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