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Prompt #113: Kiss
Title: To Dream or not to Dream
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (12 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Dub-con
Author's notes: Apparently if you give me the fluffiest prompt ever, it means the result will be anything but fluffy. *evil grin* Many thanks toleela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
The dreams always start the same way. When Tommy opens his eyes, he’s naked and tied up in a room he doesn’t recognize.
He’s on his knees on a bed, with his hands behind his back, and he can feel the heavy weight of an amulet around his neck. He drops his head, tries his hardest to hold in the pained sob that is building up in his throat. Why the hell didn’t it work?
He thought it had. He’s been blissfully devoid of dreams of any kind for so many weeks. He was sure that he was finally free.
***
“Did you miss me, baby?”
A deep breath, another one. It’s only when Tommy has himself under control that he opens his eyes and raises his head, facing his tormentor once again.
He knows, then, that the amulet has to be working. For the first time, he can see the guy’s face, and without even trying, he can remember his name, even though it usually fades from his memory after every dream. Brian.
“You can’t be here.”
Brian smiles as he stands and walks toward the bed. “This isn’t your dream. It’s my world. I can do whatever I want.”
***
Tommy’s stomach ties itself into knots. “It’s impossible.” If the amulet were working, this would be his dream, his world that he can modify at will. He shouldn’t still be caught in Brian’s trap.
“Let me guess.” Sitting on the bed next to Tommy, Brian continues, “You made a new, knowledgeable friend who figured out why you had so much trouble sleeping and who thought he could help. With this.” He points at the amulet.
Tommy nods then he can’t help but ask, “Why isn’t it working?”
“It is. I can’t touch you. I have very little power over you.”
***
It doesn’t make sense. Worst case scenario, there is a possibility that Brian would find a way into Tommy’s dreams, where it will be easy to banish him. Tommy’s learned the spell by heart.
Yet here he is, captive, once again.
“I can almost see the wheels turning in your pretty little head.” Tommy hates the pleased edge of Brian’s voice. “Things is, your friend can’t help you much because he has no idea what you are up against.”
Tommy shakes his head. It isn’t true. Adam knew, almost without explanations, like he’s seen this happening to somebody else before.
***
“No?” The mockery in Brian’s tone is like a knife through Tommy’s body. “What did he tell you?”
Tommy doesn’t mean to answer that, but years of habit pull the words out of him anyway. “That if I didn’t stop you, I would be dead within weeks.”
“And you didn’t tell him that this had been going on for years. So this is meant to protect you from someone who wants to kill you. That never was my intention.”
Tommy’s whole body tenses. “Shut up.”
“Why? I’m telling the truth and you know it. Have I ever lied to you?”
***
Biting his tongue to stop himself from saying anything, Tommy does his best to keep the panic at bay. The strength and confidence he feels during the day, with Adam by his side, are nowhere in sight.
“I never meant to kill you, baby.”
The pet name makes Tommy shudder. He hates this, but more than anything, he hates himself for being unable to stop it.
“And the other reason why this,” Brian points at the amulet again, “isn’t working is because its main source of power is your will. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want me here.”
***
Tommy couldn’t even say if the tremor that goes through him is from fear or anger. “That’s not true.”
Brian’s grin turns downright evil. “If you really wanted to get rid of me, you would have done so years ago, when you first realized your dreams weren’t just dreams. But you’ve never wanted to because you know I haven’t done anything you didn’t want.”
Tommy wants to deny it, but he can’t. As scared as he was when he first woke up sore, bruised, and with the taste of come in his mouth, he’s never really wanted it to stop.
***
Brian awoke a craving in him that he had no idea existed. And he soon figured out that anything he could find in real life would never measure up.
So he never tried to free himself, even though he hated himself for needing something so fucked up and wrong. Because, while Tommy knows it’s wrong, it’s never felt that way to him.
It took Adam to convince him that he deserves something better, something real. But Tommy’s slowly realizing that he’s never really believed what Adam’s been telling him.
No way is he going to admit it, though. “You’re wrong.”
***
“Am I?” Brian doesn’t sound like he believes him. “Well, then, use the spell your little friend taught you. Banish me. I won’t be able to enter your dreams again.”
Tommy’s left speechless. The spell is on the tip of his tongue but he can’t get it out.
“Go ahead. I won’t try to stop you. If you don’t want what I’m giving you…” Tommy follows Brian’s gaze to the other side of the room, where the toys are laid out. His traitorous dick hardens at the sight, at the memory of what Brian can do with them. “Do it.”
***
Tommy knows the spell by heart – Adam made sure of it – but he can’t bring himself to say it.
“You won’t.”
Gathering the remnants of his courage, Tommy bites out, “I don’t want this. I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice.”
Brian’s chuckle makes Tommy’s whole face heat up in shame.
“Do you really think I give a fuck? By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for more.”
Tommy looks away. Fear and desire battle their way through his body. He knows which emotion should win, but that’s so far from what he feels.
***
“But you do have a choice now. I can’t touch you with that thing around your neck. Not unless you do something about it.”
Tommy stares at the bedcovers. The spell is right on the tip of his tongue. He isn’t powerless, but he’s fighting himself every step of the way.
He hears himself ask, “What?”
“Either you use that little spell of yours, and you’re rid of me… or you kiss me.”
Adam’s last warning dances in Tommy’s head. You have to be careful. All it takes is a kiss, freely given, while being aware of what you’re doing.
***
They’ve kissed before, but it’s never been like this. Never with Tommy being clear-minded and fully aware of what the consequences will be.
Tommy waits until he’s sure he’s ready to use the banishing spell before he raises his head again. As soon as he does, though, Brian’s triumphant gaze makes him realize he’ll never be ready.
“Kiss me.”
Either you will be dead within a week, or you will be their slave for the rest of your life. Adam hesitated. For as long as they decide your life should be.
“Kiss me, baby,” Brian says again.
And Tommy does.
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (12 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Dub-con
Author's notes: Apparently if you give me the fluffiest prompt ever, it means the result will be anything but fluffy. *evil grin* Many thanks to
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine. The dreams always start the same way. When Tommy opens his eyes, he’s naked and tied up in a room he doesn’t recognize.
He’s on his knees on a bed, with his hands behind his back, and he can feel the heavy weight of an amulet around his neck. He drops his head, tries his hardest to hold in the pained sob that is building up in his throat. Why the hell didn’t it work?
He thought it had. He’s been blissfully devoid of dreams of any kind for so many weeks. He was sure that he was finally free.
***
“Did you miss me, baby?”
A deep breath, another one. It’s only when Tommy has himself under control that he opens his eyes and raises his head, facing his tormentor once again.
He knows, then, that the amulet has to be working. For the first time, he can see the guy’s face, and without even trying, he can remember his name, even though it usually fades from his memory after every dream. Brian.
“You can’t be here.”
Brian smiles as he stands and walks toward the bed. “This isn’t your dream. It’s my world. I can do whatever I want.”
***
Tommy’s stomach ties itself into knots. “It’s impossible.” If the amulet were working, this would be his dream, his world that he can modify at will. He shouldn’t still be caught in Brian’s trap.
“Let me guess.” Sitting on the bed next to Tommy, Brian continues, “You made a new, knowledgeable friend who figured out why you had so much trouble sleeping and who thought he could help. With this.” He points at the amulet.
Tommy nods then he can’t help but ask, “Why isn’t it working?”
“It is. I can’t touch you. I have very little power over you.”
***
It doesn’t make sense. Worst case scenario, there is a possibility that Brian would find a way into Tommy’s dreams, where it will be easy to banish him. Tommy’s learned the spell by heart.
Yet here he is, captive, once again.
“I can almost see the wheels turning in your pretty little head.” Tommy hates the pleased edge of Brian’s voice. “Things is, your friend can’t help you much because he has no idea what you are up against.”
Tommy shakes his head. It isn’t true. Adam knew, almost without explanations, like he’s seen this happening to somebody else before.
***
“No?” The mockery in Brian’s tone is like a knife through Tommy’s body. “What did he tell you?”
Tommy doesn’t mean to answer that, but years of habit pull the words out of him anyway. “That if I didn’t stop you, I would be dead within weeks.”
“And you didn’t tell him that this had been going on for years. So this is meant to protect you from someone who wants to kill you. That never was my intention.”
Tommy’s whole body tenses. “Shut up.”
“Why? I’m telling the truth and you know it. Have I ever lied to you?”
***
Biting his tongue to stop himself from saying anything, Tommy does his best to keep the panic at bay. The strength and confidence he feels during the day, with Adam by his side, are nowhere in sight.
“I never meant to kill you, baby.”
The pet name makes Tommy shudder. He hates this, but more than anything, he hates himself for being unable to stop it.
“And the other reason why this,” Brian points at the amulet again, “isn’t working is because its main source of power is your will. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want me here.”
***
Tommy couldn’t even say if the tremor that goes through him is from fear or anger. “That’s not true.”
Brian’s grin turns downright evil. “If you really wanted to get rid of me, you would have done so years ago, when you first realized your dreams weren’t just dreams. But you’ve never wanted to because you know I haven’t done anything you didn’t want.”
Tommy wants to deny it, but he can’t. As scared as he was when he first woke up sore, bruised, and with the taste of come in his mouth, he’s never really wanted it to stop.
***
Brian awoke a craving in him that he had no idea existed. And he soon figured out that anything he could find in real life would never measure up.
So he never tried to free himself, even though he hated himself for needing something so fucked up and wrong. Because, while Tommy knows it’s wrong, it’s never felt that way to him.
It took Adam to convince him that he deserves something better, something real. But Tommy’s slowly realizing that he’s never really believed what Adam’s been telling him.
No way is he going to admit it, though. “You’re wrong.”
***
“Am I?” Brian doesn’t sound like he believes him. “Well, then, use the spell your little friend taught you. Banish me. I won’t be able to enter your dreams again.”
Tommy’s left speechless. The spell is on the tip of his tongue but he can’t get it out.
“Go ahead. I won’t try to stop you. If you don’t want what I’m giving you…” Tommy follows Brian’s gaze to the other side of the room, where the toys are laid out. His traitorous dick hardens at the sight, at the memory of what Brian can do with them. “Do it.”
***
Tommy knows the spell by heart – Adam made sure of it – but he can’t bring himself to say it.
“You won’t.”
Gathering the remnants of his courage, Tommy bites out, “I don’t want this. I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice.”
Brian’s chuckle makes Tommy’s whole face heat up in shame.
“Do you really think I give a fuck? By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for more.”
Tommy looks away. Fear and desire battle their way through his body. He knows which emotion should win, but that’s so far from what he feels.
***
“But you do have a choice now. I can’t touch you with that thing around your neck. Not unless you do something about it.”
Tommy stares at the bedcovers. The spell is right on the tip of his tongue. He isn’t powerless, but he’s fighting himself every step of the way.
He hears himself ask, “What?”
“Either you use that little spell of yours, and you’re rid of me… or you kiss me.”
Adam’s last warning dances in Tommy’s head. You have to be careful. All it takes is a kiss, freely given, while being aware of what you’re doing.
***
They’ve kissed before, but it’s never been like this. Never with Tommy being clear-minded and fully aware of what the consequences will be.
Tommy waits until he’s sure he’s ready to use the banishing spell before he raises his head again. As soon as he does, though, Brian’s triumphant gaze makes him realize he’ll never be ready.
“Kiss me.”
Either you will be dead within a week, or you will be their slave for the rest of your life. Adam hesitated. For as long as they decide your life should be.
“Kiss me, baby,” Brian says again.
And Tommy does.