If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(14/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(14/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins + Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“T... Tom, fuck, Tom, get off me,”
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: 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 may suffer bad luck on this the day of Friday the 13th...
Author Notes: I am ill. I just thought I'd say this... Anywhoooo sorry i didn't update for like a week or something, i was unable to get to a computer because i've been busy, but enough of the excuses... enjoy! (Sorry it's so short it has to be for the next bit!)
And then Tom was on him, literally lying on top of him, pressing his body into Oli's, lips colliding, bruising, and Oli couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't function. It took him for what seemed like forever to be able to kiss back, to open his mouth to let Tom's tongue in, and when he did Tom moaned, actually fucking moaned, the sound alone driving Oli wild.
Tom's hand slowly found it's way under Oli's shirt, onto his hip bone, and it was this little contact that made Oli return the moan. He was aware he sounded like a 5 pound an hour whore, but he really didn't care, he just felt so good.
Unfortunately Oli's brain seemed to catch up with the events that had just, and were at the moment, taking place, and he just couldn't let it continue, no matter how much, no matter how long, he had wanted it for.
“T... Tom, fuck, Tom, get off me,” Oli managed to gasp, his breathing ragged. He tried pushing at Tom's shoulder's but the younger boy refused to move, he continued to place small kisses over Oli's face, his jaw line, the side of his mouth.
Oli took another deep breath, why wasn't life fucking fair? He almost whined.
“Tom, really, don't. Get off me. Seriously. Please. Tom? Please?” He knew that he was starting to beg, but he also knew this couldn't continue for much longer, he couldn't let it, he only had so much self control anyway.
Tom ignored him. His hands started to work their way past Oli's hips down to his jeans, down to his zip. But then Tom was interrupted, and although a split second later Oli was thankful for the interruption, it was after all the point of no return, at that moment the sudden loss of Tom's hands from his skin, the loss of the heat from Tom's body pressed so perfectly against him, the loss of Tom's breath dancing over his skin, his lips pressing into him, Oli whined, actually whined.
Until he finally realised what the interrupting had been, and fuck, Oli really didn't think he had ever seen his fucking father look so terrifying in his life.
Time seemed to slow down.
Oli was faintly aware of Tom pleading desperately with their parents, faintly aware of random words and phrases falling from Tom's perfect, swollen lips; 'all my fault', 'it wasn't him', 'please', 'don't' and 'love' although he had no idea where they fitted into any conversation. Oli was also faintly aware of his mother turning pale, running from the room and locking herself in the bathroom only next door. He could faintly hear retching. He could also see Tom desperately standing in front of their father, but Oli couldn't move, couldn't react, couldn't even fucking sit up.
It was like he was in a dream state, one that even when his father roughly shoved Tom aside, he couldn't break.
One that almost made him smile when he thought that the situation that they had been caught in could have been so much worse.
The state also meant that the first time Oli's father punched him, in the face, it hardly hurt, he hardly felt it, and it wasn't until he hit his already broken nose that the pain suddenly flared and time seemed to speed up.
He now saw his mother return, heard her screaming something incoherent, saw Tom, still on the floor shouting, sobbing. He could now feel the pain in his chest, in his still broken ribs. He was suddenly aware of it all, every tiny detail and sound.
Until, for the second time in three days, everything went blank.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins + Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“T... Tom, fuck, Tom, get off me,”
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: 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 may suffer bad luck on this the day of Friday the 13th...
Author Notes: I am ill. I just thought I'd say this... Anywhoooo sorry i didn't update for like a week or something, i was unable to get to a computer because i've been busy, but enough of the excuses... enjoy! (Sorry it's so short it has to be for the next bit!)
And then Tom was on him, literally lying on top of him, pressing his body into Oli's, lips colliding, bruising, and Oli couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't function. It took him for what seemed like forever to be able to kiss back, to open his mouth to let Tom's tongue in, and when he did Tom moaned, actually fucking moaned, the sound alone driving Oli wild.
Tom's hand slowly found it's way under Oli's shirt, onto his hip bone, and it was this little contact that made Oli return the moan. He was aware he sounded like a 5 pound an hour whore, but he really didn't care, he just felt so good.
Unfortunately Oli's brain seemed to catch up with the events that had just, and were at the moment, taking place, and he just couldn't let it continue, no matter how much, no matter how long, he had wanted it for.
“T... Tom, fuck, Tom, get off me,” Oli managed to gasp, his breathing ragged. He tried pushing at Tom's shoulder's but the younger boy refused to move, he continued to place small kisses over Oli's face, his jaw line, the side of his mouth.
Oli took another deep breath, why wasn't life fucking fair? He almost whined.
“Tom, really, don't. Get off me. Seriously. Please. Tom? Please?” He knew that he was starting to beg, but he also knew this couldn't continue for much longer, he couldn't let it, he only had so much self control anyway.
Tom ignored him. His hands started to work their way past Oli's hips down to his jeans, down to his zip. But then Tom was interrupted, and although a split second later Oli was thankful for the interruption, it was after all the point of no return, at that moment the sudden loss of Tom's hands from his skin, the loss of the heat from Tom's body pressed so perfectly against him, the loss of Tom's breath dancing over his skin, his lips pressing into him, Oli whined, actually whined.
Until he finally realised what the interrupting had been, and fuck, Oli really didn't think he had ever seen his fucking father look so terrifying in his life.
Time seemed to slow down.
Oli was faintly aware of Tom pleading desperately with their parents, faintly aware of random words and phrases falling from Tom's perfect, swollen lips; 'all my fault', 'it wasn't him', 'please', 'don't' and 'love' although he had no idea where they fitted into any conversation. Oli was also faintly aware of his mother turning pale, running from the room and locking herself in the bathroom only next door. He could faintly hear retching. He could also see Tom desperately standing in front of their father, but Oli couldn't move, couldn't react, couldn't even fucking sit up.
It was like he was in a dream state, one that even when his father roughly shoved Tom aside, he couldn't break.
One that almost made him smile when he thought that the situation that they had been caught in could have been so much worse.
The state also meant that the first time Oli's father punched him, in the face, it hardly hurt, he hardly felt it, and it wasn't until he hit his already broken nose that the pain suddenly flared and time seemed to speed up.
He now saw his mother return, heard her screaming something incoherent, saw Tom, still on the floor shouting, sobbing. He could now feel the pain in his chest, in his still broken ribs. He was suddenly aware of it all, every tiny detail and sound.
Until, for the second time in three days, everything went blank.
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