I know you’re spoiling us with all the Ryan and Bram microfictions but if you want to do the prompt 15 or 16 for demands I would be spiritually and spicily fulfilled for at least a month 🌶
Oh, well, if it’s about spiritual fulfillment…
CW: Intimate/creepy whumper, food withholding, forced starvation, noncon touching, vaguely referenced implied noncon
“Open your mouth.”
Ryan keeps his eyes on the floor, memorizing the swirling pattern of the woodgrain. If he tilts his head to the side, just a little, he can almost see a shape. Like maybe a dog’s head, he can kind of see the floppy ears, the big eyes-
No. Don’t think about dogs.
“Come on, Faerie Boy, open up for me.” Abraham Denner’s voice coos at him, it purrs, and Ryan shudders where he sits between the man’s legs, on the living room floor. Cold fingers are constantly in his hair, yanking at his curls, tangling and touching him.
If he moves his eyes, there’s another spot. Like an eye, with swirls and swirls of color inside. Like things that move inside Denner’s eyes-
No. Don’t think about his eyes.
Denner’s hand tightens around his hair, jerks his head back so hard Ryan whines, low in his throat, at the pain. He is forced so far back he’s looking up at Denner, who looks down at him.
“I said open your mouth, puppy.”
Ryan shivers, and shakes his head, keeping his mouth closed tightly in a thin line. It won’t last - it doesn’t last - it’s never worth it - but he defies the orders, anyway.
Abraham tsks, softly, with no visible sign of being bothered by Ryan’s tiny pointless rebellion. “Now, now, puppy, that’s not very nice.” He raises his head, just slightly. “Red. Heel.”
“Wait, no, you don’t have to-”
Abraham shushes him, and lets go of his hair as Danny comes in from the kitchen, swaying on his feet. There are dark circles under his older brother’s eyes, and he can barely stand. Denner never lets him sleep, isn’t letting him eat. He barely makes it to them before he drops to his knees. He doesn’t kneel - he falls.
“Open your mouth, Red.”
Ryan watches with horrified fascination as his brother leans forward, with empty blue eyes, to open his mouth obediently.
Abraham leans over and puts a peppermint hard candy on Danny’s tongue.
“At least give him food,” Ryan whispers. “You’re going to starve him to death.”
“No, I won’t,” Abraham murmurs. “I know exactly how long he can live without eating, Faerie Boy. Now tell him to close his mouth and say thank you.”
Ryan shakes his head, mutely. “N-No, I won’t, I’m not part of what y-you do to him-”
Abraham laughs, and starts petting through Ryan’s hair again, rough pulls and scratches at his scalp. “Not yet.”
His hand hurts, but tonight, Ryan knows, either he or Danny will be dragged into Denner’s room and the hands will hurt so much more, when they-
No. Don’t think about his hands.
Abraham leans over and touches Danny under the chin with his free hand. Danny’s mouth closes, obediently. “Thank you, Abraham, for giving me something to eat,” Danny whispers.
“Good boy.” Abraham laughs and sits back. “You’re not a part of what I do to him yet, puppy,” He says affectionately to Ryan. “But you will be.”