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In The Details

Angel didn't have to ask questions, because she already knew the answers or at least she thought she knew. Her fingers caressed the pine box with a feather's touch, there was no way this could be happening, but in her mind's eyes, it was. She couldn't ignore the stranger who had stopped by and gave her Frankie's journal, it had been two days and she still could not bring herself to look at it. What kinds of secrets were being kept from her and their family? She didn't know if their mother could take any more surprises, not after their father had died so slowly and yet so suddenly. She put her hand to her mouth and choked back a sob or maybe it was bile clawing its way up her esophagus it was hard to tell these days; she had been doing both a lot lately. Very Dark Fiction Written around: 2012-07-14

She slammed the door behind her and drove to the house that she and her brother once lived in, a smile touched her lips. She had always thought that they had lived such a wonderful life, everything was taken care of and they had no need to worry about anything. She was a graphic artist and there was always work waiting for her, while her brother played in a local band. They actually got a lot of work at the clubs and dances that came around. He was living his dream life it seemed, he was never unhappy at least that's what he made her think. But somewhere deep within; she had always felt that he had been hiding something from her. But she just couldn't bring herself to believe that Frankie felt so far from her that he could not confide in her.

When they were children, for a time all they had was each other, their parents had been going through a hard time in their marriage and fought bitterly over whatever it was. To this day, her mother wouldn't speak of what it was about and their father simply shrugged it off as simple spousal problems. This always bothered her, what kind of secrets could their own parents be keeping? Furthermore what secrets had Frankie been keeping? But she was almost sure she'd never find out. That is if she never peaked inside the leather binding of his world. But she wasn't sure she'd be able to do it, she was fearful of what she would find out but would it hurt her more if she never knew?

The leather binding lay on the table, collecting dust and leaving a nice smooth surface under it. The longer it laid there in front of her the more her will crumbled and it wasn't long before the soft padding of her fingers turned to the first page, slowly as she tried to delay what her eyes were about to falls upon.

I suppose this is the first time I'll be writing in this useless thing, he always tells me that it's good to get my thoughts out of my head. But there's not really much going on in there when he's always so close to me. God he's all that I can ever think about when he's so deep so hot, it’s almost like he's burning me alive, and it feels so damn good. I can't get enough of him; no one has ever made me feel like this. No woman has ever tried. I can't believe I waited so long to be with him. But I was afraid, I couldn't let my family know about him, my obsession with his body, I mean fuck I hardly wanted to believe it myself. He showed me the way though, he opened me up to so many things, pleasure in life I couldn't even begin to dream of on my own. My dark angel made me more than I was by myself; he filled me with a passion and a life. It was everything I had been missing, my life, my work wasn't enough, there had been a hole somewhere in me that I couldn’t even begin to fill, and I didn't even try because I didn't know what it was I was feeling until he came...

There was an air of eeriness that crept from those pages, this man that was speaking was not her brother but this was his hand writing. Those were words she never knew he would even think to speak. But to her strange horror, she knew that this was him, his journal which she had seen on several occasions. The journal her father had gotten him when he was off in on a business trip, he delivered computer parts and electronics to various companies around the world. He was always bringing them all sorts of gifts but as far as she knew this was the first time Frankie had actually written in it and this was the first time she even knew he was interested in men.

People always said that you knew when those closest to you were gay, you were able to sense it, feel it but Frankie hid it very well. He was always buried in the band which wasn't anything that anyone found odd; he was a young man who was trying to make it big. No one in the world thought anything of it; all he wanted was to fulfill a dream he had. She closed her eyes and breathed shallowly, wondering if their mother had any idea about Frankie and if she did why didn't she ever ask Angel about it? She didn't have much time to think more into it, the phone rang and it was her mother, she bit her lip and tried not to spill over with question about whether or not she knew her son had been gay all this time. But in the end she supposed it was better if her mother never knew what good would it do now?

The conversation ended after an hour of speaking about her brother and how things were going, of course she kept a strong front for her mother she had lost more than a husband this last year, she didn't have the heart to break down in front of her because it would just make this entire ordeal worse for them both.

The pages of the binding flipped a bit as the wind blew through an open window; almost as if someone was whimpering to her to read more, she didn't want to but an unseen force seemed to drag her to the table and push her into the chair. She chewed on her lower lip nervously as she looked down at the words and almost started crying.

He did it again today, tied me down and fucked me until I was screaming and bleeding, I don't know what I've done to make him so angry the last few days I'm kind of scared of what's going on with him but he always cries and begs for my forgiveness and I always give in. I'm not sure what to believe anymore but I don't think it matters because I can't leave him. I need him; he's the closest thing I've had to happiness in such a long time. All those boys in high school were never like him, they can't make me cum as hard. I fucked them all too, some more than once because they were the best I could find at the time. But they all, all of them pale in comparison because he's a God among the weak…my God.

She couldn't believe what she was reading, one minute he fears for his safety and the next he's praising and craving him like some street side whore who needs her fix. Angel went from sadness, to fear, to confusion in a few short moments. Why didn't her brother call this man out by name, why was he always referring to him as 'he' or 'God'? She had to get answers and she had to find out why this stranger had given her this and why did she need to know any of this in the first place?

She looked over the next few pages which continued to speak of this 'God' and his actions toward her brother, violence to passion and everything in between. It wasn't in a great amount of detail, mostly about the toys he used and the way he made him bleed when he started to get angry and Frankie still didn't understand why this man was angry.

Today he tied me to the floor and shoved a vibrator up me like it was nothing, he twisted it until I screamed and begged for him to stop but he just continued to shove it in deeper and harder until I was crying. That's when he shoved his cock into me and fucked me until I was limp. He said he wanted my nose to bleed, it didn't but other parts of me did. Even after he untied me, someone else came in and I couldn't believe who it was I had no idea that his friend was into guys, I also didn't know that he wanted to make me bleed too. They used me up like I was toy. He told me that I hadn't been good enough and I didn't deserve anything less than being treated like a whore. I screamed at him and told him I was done with him, I didn't want anything else to do with him. He laughed at me and told me I wouldn't ever be able to leave him.

He was wrong though, I did leave I went home and cleaned up Angel asked if I was ok. I lied to her; I couldn't let her know what a dirty bitch I was and what I had been doing because she wouldn't ever understand what it was like for me. What it was like to have dad call me a Faggot in front of our mother and the look my mother gave me. She'd never understand what it was like to nearly have our parents, the parents who were suppose to love us unconditionally nearly disown me and kick me out. I had to promise I'd never touch another man and I had to get a girlfriend and go confess to the church what a dirty whore of a son I had been.

There was only silence in the room, save for the gasping sobs that escaped her lips. Angel now knew what the arguments had been about and why her brother seemed to take a sudden interest in church and damnation…no it wasn't his interest, it was his way of buying their parents love. She sniffled softly and shook her head, she couldn't believe, didn't want to believe that her parents could do that to their own son. They had seemed so open and so supportive of everything that they had done.

She shook her head and whispered to herself, "How could they have done this to you Frankie?" How could they have done this to her little brother, she would of killed to see him happy, no matter what she loved her brother more than anything.

I went back to him I couldn't stand it any longer, the void; the hole that was in me was starting to eat me alive. I had stayed away from his bed for a full month and it nearly killed me. I guess he was right, I'm nothing without him, that crooked smile of his, and those eyes he's so beautiful when he smiles. I'd give anything to see him smile you know? But he only truly smiles when I'm bleeding for him and screaming so that's what I'll do for hi. I'll bleed and I'll scream as loud as I can just to keep him around. The more I do it, the less often he invites others to make me scream for him.

She had to stop again, she didn't want to read anymore so she skipped about fifty pages because it was telling the same thing and it just continued to speak of the violent and passionate sex; which seemed to get increasingly violent. She didn't want to know, didn't want to think about what Frankie had been through for this guy or why he loved him so much.

It hurts really badly today and I know why he's been acting like this. It's because I wasn't enough for him, nothing I did was enough. I walked in on him with one of his friends, I didn't say anything though I was a good pet and I left the house. The truth is, I can't leave him because I'm nothing without him. I need him and he'll never know how much I need him. So I'm going to make sure he knows this time because I'm going to give him all the blood he'll ever need.

Angel slammed the journal shut as she sank back into the chair, she didn't know what this man had done to her brother to make him so dependent but she wanted to know why he had made her brother do this.

"Frankie…why?" She whimpered softly and choked back the sobs and the knots in her stomach. She didn't want to believe that this had really happened to her little brother nor did she understand why she had to know any of this.

"I'll tell you why, I wanted to see your face as you read those last fucking pages of your little brother's dairy." Her eyes shot open as she stared up into that crooked smile which held so much hate for her and she couldn't comprehend why.

"Don't tell me your confused doll, I'm the boy you wouldn't even give the time of day to, the one who was made a laughing stock of the school, and it’s all because of you. Are you catching on now sugar?" She whimpered softly and covered her face before he could make full contact with her flesh; it made her hand sting harshly.

She remembered the boy, he was one of the jocks he was kind of short but he made his plays well and everyone wanted him. Angel never found the time to date or be interested all she wanted was to get into college. He had asked her for a date after a game in front of the football team and everything, apparently it was some bet and she outright refused him. They had laughed and she left him there, she never noticed the outrage in his eyes after she turned away, because he simply laughed it off, "Can't win them all."

"No one ever fucks with me princess." She didn't even see it coming; only felt the hair pin penetrate her throat and the blood pool around the junction of her shoulder.

The God Frankie once adored gave an empty smile before exiting no trace evidence would be found and the murder weapon would be history before anyone knew she was dead.

"Tell you little brother hello for me."

#my chemical romance #Frank Iero/Gerard Way #Graphic Depictions Of Violence #Random Fiction #Dark Fiction

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The Nightsky is Burning

The year is 2056 and there are no flying cars, no one is living on the moon, we are a decaying planet held in a high tech war that is being waged between kindred and lycans. They use technology well beyond our own. There is nothing we could do but watch in horror, we couldn’t defend ourselves against the sheer force of their numbers…we never even knew they were thriving just under our feet. We couldn’t do anything…

~Amanda Darling July 4th 2056 This never got finished either but maybe one day. Written around: 2012-07-14

~Amanda Darling July 4th 2056

The year now is 3012 and the world is still in decay, there are no improvements on the flying cars, it was such a joke. They had nothing to show for the centuries of knowledge that had in dealing with chemicals, electrons, and all that other bullshit that was suppose to get the world somewhere. No, all there is now is an unsteady truce between humans and supernatural beings. The creation of God now was divided into two governments, those of natural blood and those who desired it.

The countries across the globe were split up, between the two governments; there were entire cities that strictly held vampires, lycans, and humans. Every race between the three is strictly separated until they could live in relative peace. So far there was no such luck and rogues still attack the opposing cities…so far all who have did such have been brutally executed.

“Fucking joke.” Mikey way shook his head, tossing the old journal down, as he walked through the crime scene. It was still unsure whether or not this was a mass suicide or simply another terrorist attack against the kindred. It would take until tomorrow night to really know, but a lot of the older families had taken to ending their existence together. The old detective wouldn’t have been surprised either way and part of him knew he was too old even still care much; he was just doing his job. The older officers wondered through the house collecting whatever evidence there was to be had. It didn't matter much though, the smell of old blood was making some of the newer fledglings twitch a bit, every so often you'd hear someone being smacked up side the head and forced back into focus. The laws weren't very strict on becoming a vampire, they didn't need to be it was nearly impossible for vampires and humans to meet. Some humans of the prestiges families were allowed into the city and vampire clubs by very few of them were offered the sacred kiss and even fewer even accepted the offer.

The elder detective looked across the bedroom the journal had been in, Amanda and her family were probably some of the first families that were turned when the far spilled out into the human world. The day it happened was a regular day, a perfect day, with perfect weather, early afternoon shortly after lunch...at first it was just commotion in the alley ways, the lyans were trying to drive the vampires out into the sunlight, it was a stupid mistake. By then vampires had composed a sunscreen that was strong enough to protect them and fend off from turning to ash. It was then that the fight took to the street, when the police tried to bring peace to the situation most of them were slaughtered, those who didn't parish from the attacks were turned and left behind to their confusion to what was taking place. As the shit went down the pipe, nothing could stop it, not even when the militaries of the civil world joined forces, the governments across the world crumbled under the pressure. For a time there was anarchy and chaos, several million natural born were killed. It wasn't until the humans population became dangerously low that the hand of order was forced.

Mikey wasn't born until 3040 and it was turned along with his brother Gerard about 3065. He rubbed his face and turned away, heading toward the master bedroom where the five bodies were, two laying vertically on the bed, one laying across at the end, and two at the of the bed. It looked as though they had been drained of blood, either someone gorged themselves on the family or they did it to each other. They would have to leave the bodies were they were until the coroner arrived. The examination would have to be done there otherwise they would simply turn to ash once they were moved. He wished that some of the myths about kindred were untrue...turning to ash after death was true, crosses were untrue, sleeping in a coffin, untrue and overrated. The thought amused him though, when him and his brother were turned they thought they were so cool, both had bought coffins and slept in them for a week before giving up the ghost. Unless you bought an extra wide one, they were uncomfortable to sleep in and you couldn't hardly move or roll over...sex in a coffin was also quite impractical, more so if the lid was closed.

“There isn't much else here for you to do here Detective, the rest is simply gathering any finger prints, and we'll be going over the security tapes tomorrow. We'll have our answer soon but I'm betting its a mass suicide...its happening a lot among the first families.” Mikey shifted a bit as he looked over his shoulder, meeting the blue eyes of a soft mouse like woman named Luna. She was an odd one, strange, soft, and deadly...His felt his mind sharpen to a point and he nodded a bit, “I suppose there isn't much point sticking around then, there isn't much to see any way.” There was no sense in small talk since he wasn't really that interested in holding a conversation, she made his skin crawl in a way that was more annoying than anything else.

The evening was wearing thin as the sun settled, allowing the darkness to devour the city, bringing out the whores and the sinners. He shook his head and lit up a cigarette as he walked toward the nearest jazz bar, he never troubled himself with the crowded places because he knew he'd end up arresting someone for pissing him off. Whether he liked it or not, he'd always be a cop at heart and he would always act like one...he had been doing this job for too many years, he glanced back at the house, inhaling the smoke into his dead lungs. He wondered how many more family would end themselves, what people didn't realize about immortality is that it was forever, you didn't grow any older, you grew wiser though but wisdom easily became a burden. Watching people you love whither away and die, doing everything you can to stay entertained, but there are only so many things one can do to keep from getting jaded...only when mountains crumble will you truly know

The sky above rumbled and vibrated, signaling that a storm was well on its way. It would be good to see a little rain he supposed. He continued to breath in fire and smoke, his footsteps echoing off the walls in the empty streets. The jazz club was close and also in a part of town that wasn't frequented by too many, it was considered a seedy part of town, it was funny that only two blocks away were some of the best and safest neighborhoods in the city...strange how that works. He shook his head and walked into the club to his usual table and ordered a bloody mary, made with real blood. The next performer was about to start but he didn't really care just as long as it was real jazz and not the poser shit you see in most movies.

“Long day at the office bro?”

Gerard owned the club and pulled up a chair so he could enjoy the show too, he was always surprised that his brother had picked up the detective gig but he had a real knack for solving crimes. He sipped pure blood and glanced toward the stage, the woman about to sing was new to the city but apparently wasn't knew to the vampire scene. Who knew what she was running from but it wasn't his or anyone else's place in the club to ask...here vampires came here to forget what they were and how long they had lived or if they were running.

“Yea, another family is dead today, hard to say if its murder or just the usual.”

Gerard was a little alarmed that three of the first families were now dead within a week but then again it wasn't that surprising. That aside he just couldn't bring himself to give two shits about it, so they were offing themselves, didn't really affect anything or anyone. People assumed that vampires didn't have any emotions because they were 'dead' but most kindred retained as much their personalities after the turning. The fact of the matter was, dead was simply more accepted among them. After all the older vampires became, the more jaded most of them came, it wasn't uncommon for an elder to go completely insane and have to be put down. The burden of knowing was too much for many but the younger generations were a lot more prepared for the aging than the elders were. He assumed that Mikey and himself were on the beyond the desire for death.

“There are still a dozen of the first families left and of course the second generations can fill the governing spots.”

The way the government worked among the vampires was similar to how Parliament and the United States worked only a little less complicated. Instead of houses there were literally families that served in those positions, the level of importance in each house was based on knowledge of the vampire history and of course the current political situation of things. Age usually did not play a role in who acquired what position in the house hold. That aside, children were still treated as children when they were alone with their parents, depending on their age. Most vampires are considered young until they reach a century but that aside, the elders from before the first war were still around it was rumored, pulling strings from behind the scenes, remaining unseen and still living in the darkness underneath the ground.

“I don't think anyone really gives a fuck as long as there isn't an economical crises, as long as the blood is flowing, no one pays any mind to anything...no tears will be shed in grief.” Mikey held a slightly bitter tone in the statement because he knew it was true, no one really cared that an entire family died today. Vampires were too consumed with their own problems, their own lives...but he knew that humans were the same way.

The only community that held any sort of feelings were their peers were the lycans, they were a tight knit group, in the cities of lycans...everyone knew everyone, there were no degrees of separations in each city. It was only when you started traveling to other lycan communities that you found any separation, the most was 5 degrees, very rarely did it go above six degrees. They way they governed themselves had not changed, small packs had an alfa and there was a military pack with its own alfa that kept the city in check and at peace. Mikey wished that the vampires could at least care about each others well being, but he couldn't say much, he was rather dead inside, the only spark of emotion he had was for his brother...anything else was too much of a stretch. He just couldn't bring himself to feel anything for anyone else.

“I know bro, I know...there's no reason to give to much thought, won't change will it? Just enjoy your next couple of days ok? Maybe we'll hit the mountains and go hiking or something, get away from the fuckers for awhile and take a break.”

It was amazing how much energy Gerard still had, he didn't seem to be jaded by the years, and still wanted to go do things with Mikey. He didn't seem to give much care about living forever, but he really didn't think about the years ahead, he thought about today and tomorrow. No real reason to think about what might happen later when all he had was now. He hoped one day his little brother would come to understand that and maybe quit the force and find a job that made him happier...all that death and seeing the ugly side of the world all the time couldn't have been good for an immortal.

“...Yea sure, sounds like a plan Gerard.”

#AU #Random #sci fi fantasy #gerard way #mikey way #my chemical romance #frank iero #Orginal Female Character

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Shadows Of Rage

This was written right after the first movie before we knew where things would go. So, this is more of an AU that I never got around to finishing. Written around: 2012-07-14

The journey home was short, the familiar blue light blinded him but this time he did not feel like there was a void sucking his soul out. The unforgiving bitter taste of metal invaded his mouth; frustration forced his tongue to push against the offensive object. It only served to slice the wet muscle, a flicker of pain passed through his eyes unnoticed. Shackled hands and feat tensed against that which imprisoned him, he thought he could not fail…he had an army beyond the realms, an army that was suppose to have no equal. Mere humans defeated them; the thought infuriated him beyond all measure, and consumed him violently. The true king of Asguard, the would be king of Earth had been made into nothing, the taste of his own blood brought the burning warmth of bile up his esophagus. A feeling that almost brought him to his knees, it was weakness and he would not allow it to be…could not allow it. He forced it down, his body was betraying him, and he stumbled forward, losing his balance. It did not go unnoticed. His brother caught him and looked down upon him, always looking down on him. He was nothing more than the weak link in the family…a family he had never really had a part in. Always a side note, always the after thought, always…alone. Loki straitened himself at once; his eyes remained icy and cold, looking toward the kingdom, which would no doubt cast a punishment upon him.

The gatekeeper was waiting, his movements were fluid as he approached toward them, “I watched the horror you unleashed upon Earth Odinson. You are not a king, you never will be.”

“Heimdall…Plea-” Thor knew his brother deserved these words and much more but he could not let go of the fact that this was his brother and he still loved him. His pleas went unheeded.

“However…you are no monster, you are nothing more than a child seeking recognition. Blinded by your petty dilutions of slights that were nothing more than the makings of your own fevered imagination. Your actions have opened a door into horrors not even your father will be able to protect you from.”

A sinister glare flashed across the fallen prince’s eyes, if he could have spoke he would have reminded them all he was no son to this kingdom, nothing more than a stolen relic…he was to be used as a token of peace to those giants, he shared no blood, no ties to this place of golden light. He was born into darkness and ice…and had been left to die because his parents thought him weak from the day he was born. The realization of that brought forth a blinding rage; it shook him from the very core of his being…weak, which is all he ever was…weak.

“BROTHER LOOK AT ME!”

Thor’s voice broke through the rage that clouded his mind; he took shallow breaths as he regained his composure. The look on his brother’s face was shock and concern; he could only nod stiffly to him. It was time to face whatever was to come but he truly believed that he was not wrong in his actions, if the army had been worth what he was promised, he could have brought the humans under control…they were unruly and they needed someone to dominate them and free them from choice. The choices to wage war on one another, the choice to murder, steal, and rape. He could have been that for them, he could have brought them peace. He knew in his heart, he could have ruled them well if those so called hero’s had no gotten in his way.

His thoughts were with the wind as he was lead into a room, it was mostly known as the war room but today it would be where his father would no doubt sentence him.

There was no golden glow to the room that had so beautifully bathed the rest of the kingdom; there was a dim blue light in its place at the center of the table. Odin himself sat at the head of it, looking solemn as if a great weight had been set upon his shoulders. Queen Frigga sat beside him; misery lined every inch of her face, a sadness that was deeper than any ocean. A price had been paid, darkness loomed over the room that Loki could not place, did not recognize. He had prepared himself for rage and exile but this…this seemed some how different and he could not wrap his mind around it so he did the only thing he could, distance himself from it, become the indifferent. He was after all no son to them…no brother to anyone.

Thor sat him down and removed the mouth restraint, blood spilled forth, coating his lips, and poured over his chin. He had almost forgotten about the cut upon his tongue. The elder brother cringed and wiped away the blood and a servant brought water for him to drink. He did not refuse and drank with distain; his eyes remained without a glimmer of emotion, icy and dead.

“You are as your brother once was…you are a vain, greedy, cruel boy. I had hoped you would be the one who would keep Thor steady when he became king, to lead him from his lust of war and guide him in his quest for wisdom. I had no forth sight of a monster growing inside you, it was buried deep within, and for that I am sorry son. I wish I could have saved you from the horrors of your rage. I can not…and for your crimes against Earth, and conspiring with those who would seek to take over the universe…I will not be the one to punish you.”

The sediment was lost on Loki for the most part, however the lack of punishment did surprise him, he knew Odin to be a fool for peace, but this was not expected in the very least. A shadow of a smirk flashed across his lips, so what would they do with him?

“I will be the one to cast judgment upon your lost soul.” A whispering voice floated across the room like a sweet song and a warning. A woman of white surfaced in the room and what seemed like through the wall, silver hair and frost. Each step vanished in a light wisp of what appeared to be smoke. This thing, this woman seemed to be flickering between the planes of existence, she must have only been holding on by a thread…

“Who is this woman father…what business does she have punishing my brother?” There was a tinge of fear in Thor’s voice, this thing was something dark and terrible, and it took the form of a woman. She was no woman; she was something that he could not bring himself to put into words.

“I came to Odin Odinson shortly after your departure to Earth, bearing a warning. The old ones could see the path of destruction Loki Odinson would leave in his wake…and the choices he would make. If you could not stop him then I would and it would end in the spilling of his blood. You failed to keep him from ripping apart time and space…and his punishment stands.”

“I know he deserves death but please do not kill my brother!” Thor’s voice erupted fiercely; he could not allow this to take place!

“ENOUGH!” Fists angrily ground into the table as the king stood and stared at the brothers, “It is beyond my power and control, Loki made his choices…however I have paid a dear price in order to keep her from taken his life…rather your mother will pay the price with her sight. She will spend the rest of her days in darkness to spare her son’s life.”

Thor could not speak, he put his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes…the price was more than he could ensure, his mother was bearing some of the weight of Loki’s punishment. She loved her son enough to live a half-life…surrounded by shadows and sound.

“Why would you do this?! I am no son to either of you! I am nothing more than stolen relic, a bargaining chip for peace! My only place here was to be used, I would have been expelled from this place one you had no use for me!” Loki’s fury clawed its way out of his throat and he spit razors, he stared at Frigga his eyes were dead and iced over with the darkness of his hatred.

Her voice came softly, silken by the love of a mother, nothing he could say would take away the fact he was her son, “You are my son Loki, nothing you can do or say will take that away. No matter how much darkness you allow into your heart or into your mind. I will love you with everything I am. I held you as a baby, cared for you in your moments of sickness and I chased away your fears. I held onto you as tightly as I did your brother, I gave you more of my attention than I did your brother, I wanted nothing more than for you to feel loved. I poured in all my energy to make sure you and brother loved each other most of all and always knew that you had each other. There is nothing you can do that will make me give up on you son. I would give my very life in order to see you smile again, your smile has the power to brighten a room…and it can spread fear, no matter though. You can not take away a mother’s love.”

Before Loki even had a chance to counter anything, the other woman spoke, “I have granted her mercy, she will lose her sight slowly. The transition has been made easier for her sake.”

Thor swallowed whatever emotions he had but even his brother could feel the slight tremor running through the God of Thunder, “Will you take him from us…will he never see his home again?”

“He will not leave Asgard but none of you will be allowed to see him for a time. His punishment will take place in darkest part of this Kingdom…a part not even your Gatekeeper’s eyes can reach.”

#the avengers #Frigga #Loki #Thor #heimdall #Angst #AU #Orginal Characters #Punishment

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One Dark Night At The Bar

Promt: What would Chris do, if he'd witness Tom making out with a hunky blonde man, that looks a bit like him? I don't think he'd stop them instantly, but would he stay silent for a long time or would he say something the next day? And would he think different of Tom?

Beta Credit: DestielWincest

Written Around: 2012-01-01

The day had been a surprisingly long one; the stress was stretching across his skin and seeping into his muscles. The tension he felt when having to work so closely with Chris could be felt between his thighs and a soft groan escaped his lips as he sank into his hotel bed. What he needed was some sort of relief from this, it was building up to fever pitch and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold it in. He couldn’t be for sure if Chris felt the same, there was nothing about him that screamed he was willing to bed Tom.

It wasn’t as if Tom hasn’t tried to find signs of it, he chooses his words carefully when speaking to his close friend. Tried so hard to find hints or clues that Chris wanted more than what they had, but it was to no avail. There wasn’t much else he could do without bluntly asking and he couldn’t quite bring himself to that as of yet. Perhaps it simply wasn’t meant to be, that was something that had crossed his mind but it didn’t ease the tension that continued to build, making it hard to breath.

Sometimes it felt like the air was going to be sucked out of him when he was around Chris, especially when he was so close, whispering something in his ear from time to time…but it never appeared to be much more than playful banter. If only the blonde could see what he was doing, how it affected him. He sighed softly and slid his fingers through his hair, it was time to do something about it…and it didn’t seem like Chris would be the one to help him out.

With a push, he lifted himself from his bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. Tonight he would take himself to the bar and find something…someone to help ease the need in him. Someone who mirrored Chris, he was a good looking enough guy that he was sure he’d be able to pull it off. Part of him scolded himself for being so scandalous, but he longed a touch that wasn’t his own.

Tom wouldn’t allow himself to feel bad about it; it was something he desperately needed before he acted in a heat of passion, something that he might regret. As much as he wanted it to be Chris, he couldn’t risk their friendship in such a way… he had no desire to make it awkward between them. Perhaps the easiest thing would be to talk to Chris but there seemed to be no indication at all that he was interested, he tried not to take things at face value but with his friend, that’s all there seemed to be.

Once he was finished with cleaning up, he took himself to the bar; it seemed like a regular bar but deep within was a lot of willing men who waited for Tom’s touch. It wasn’t something he was willing to jump into; he'd need a few drinks to build up that courage.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he walked into the bar, his fingers slid through his hair as he sat down and ordered a drink. His eyes scanned across the bar, searching for the right one, the one who would release the lust that was drowning him. When the drink arrived he finished it off in 3 long swallows and ordered another. He wasn’t the sort to do this kind of thing but he was at his limit. Something was about to give and he couldn’t risk having a collapse of his will power…especially on set.

Once the warm glow of alcohol settled within, he took a breath and once again looked around the bar for someone that matched what he was looking for. He moved through the crowd silently hunting his perfect pray, his gaze dangerous and alluring. Some returned the hungry look but they did not live up to the desired aesthetics.

It took him moving to the very back of the bar before he found a built blonde with ice blue eyes, a bit taller than he was but not by much. He was perfect and he felt a twitch between his thighs, he wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go but he was willing to go far enough to smother this desire in him, to quench his thirst somehow. He moved closer to the other, this was a dangerous game and it was setting his blood a flame, he needed this more than he could clearly admit.

The two of them locked eyes for merely a moment before the blonde nodded his head toward the very back of the bar. Thankfully this stranger was making this easy for Tom but the intent must have been clearly written across his face. There was no need for questions, names, or any of those other formalities. That was a relief; he didn’t really feel like explaining himself as to what his desires and needs were.

The blonde was leading him through a short hallway, where the bathrooms were. There was a sort of table where a pay phone was, and it seemed this man wanted time to seat himself on it, which was a pleasant surprise. He licked his lips and lifted himself up and onto the table and looked up at his beautiful substitute for Chris.

It seemed at first he wanted to ask a question but Tom put his finger to his lips, his eyes a warning. There was no need for words, no need for his voice to ruin his desire, and his fantasy. He didn’t need to answer any questions; his body language would be enough to tell this false Chris all he needed to know. With that the blonde leaned in and kissed Tom, softly at first, taking time to get to know his lips, the way he kissed, and how fast to move this along. His lips were soft and unyielding, the way they molded against Tom’s and it was easy to start to believe it was Chris between his thighs, stealing his breath and drawing soft gasps from him. It didn’t take long before his tongue was seeking out the warm cavern of his mouth. Exploring and brushing against his gently, all Tom could do was bury his hands in this beautiful stranger’s hair, pulling him closer and urging him to do more.

Tom had made a perfect pick, it seemed this one knew what to do and how to give his lovers of the night what they wanted or perhaps he was too lush to notice if he wasn’t good at this, or perhaps he was too caught up in his own fantasy to notice what was real. It didn’t really matter at this point; those fingers were moving through his hair, pulling just enough to push a strangled gasp forth and make him silently beg for a bit more. He shuddered and submitted to whatever the blonde wanted to do to him.

Every once in awhile Tom whimpered because it was so good, the way those hands moved across his sides, down his back, and back down his slender hips. Those questing digits pushed his thighs open and ran up slowly, seeking out those spots that would make Tom thrust forward and moan out his need. There was a flash of panic in him as this strange Chris opened him up but he took in a ragged breath and calmed himself. He couldn’t help but admit the pleasure was much needed but still a part of him felt rather dirty for it. But there was enough drink in him to push those thoughts back and welcome those touches; he felt his cock twitching to life and with a bit more, he would tumble off the edge blissfully.

Perhaps he probably should have been more active in this tryst but he was content to just let this substitute do all the work. He didn’t seem to mind, he had taken control of the moment and continued to let his touches leave Tom arching and begging. His fingers moved dangerously close to his aching need but never brushed against him, his lips drew out more whimpers and moans, his tongue destroying whatever defenses there may have been.

No matter though, he could no longer bring himself to care that this stranger was devouring him and his fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him to keep going. Tom was silently screaming that he touch him, to bring him to the edge but his words were lost in a sea of moans and soft cries. Those hands found the peaks and valleys of his body and exploited those spots of pleasure in a way that had him writhing against him.

That hot mouth finally left his and travelled down his neck, leaving a wet and hot trail in its wake, scorching his skin with sharp nips and sucks that made him cry out, there were spots the blonde found that made him arch sharply and his nails dug into his shoulders. He needed to find release and he was just about to demand that it be given…

However the blonde seemed to sense the need and instead of using his fingers to bring Tom off, he pressed his hips into his, their clothed cocks pressed against each other. It was better than he expected, the sudden contact made his hips buck up and he shuddered, moaning out unashamed. His pretend Chris rolled his hips hard against him, he reached behind him and slid his hands under his backside and lifted him up and thrust his hips against him harder. The motion had Tom’s head lolling back against the wall, gasping and begging incoherently. Those fingers started to need his ass and it was almost more than he could take, he was dangerously close to the edge.

The heat and the desire started to pool into his stomach and spread across his groin and thighs, he was shaking and rutting hard against this man, trying to bring himself off without moaning Chris’ name. The other, rolled his hips harder and positioned Tom in just the right angle, it sent him over tumbling over the edge, crying out and moving his hips wildly, he was vaguely aware of the other cumming but didn’t concern himself with it. He was blissfully lost in the afterglow of his orgasm, and unaware of another blonde watching.

Chapter 1:

Mark and Robert had invited Chris to the very same bar, he had tried to get a hold of Tom but he couldn’t seem to get him to answer his phone. That was rather odd, he thought, Tom always seemed to answer when he tried to get ahold of him, but not tonight. He didn’t think too much of it. He couldn’t help but notice that, today Tom seemed rather on edge, he did hide it well but he knew those subtle looks and twitches, he might as well have been screaming. One would wonder though, if Chris was able to catch those subtle things, why couldn’t he catch Tom’s interest in him? Perhaps Tom hadn’t been as forthcoming as he thought he was or perhaps it was something Chris just didn’t want to take notice in; in any case he was glad to be at the bar.

He found himself to be right at home in pubs, the music, the crowd, and not to mention the drinking. He talked to his two friends for a while, they laughed and talked about the movies. The long hours and how much damage they had done to each other in all; they were just enjoying each other’s company and the conversation.

About an hour later though, the drinking finally took it’s toll, he had to seek out the bathroom, he excused himself and wandered to the back of the bar. He knew the sort of things that happened in the bar, especially the back of the bar. Chris wasn’t a saint, he had made his share of bad choices regarding such but what he was met with in the hallway, he was unprepared for.

He didn’t have to go very far before he was meant with moaning and whimpering but that didn’t startle him so much, but what did was it sounded like. Tom?! A frown graced his features as he moved closer to the scene that was unfolding in front of him. It felt like the atmosphere around him had dropped as well as his stomach, he stared flabbergasted at what was in front of him. Tom was arching and moving his hips like a bitch in heat and the one who was undoing his close friend, looked suspiciously like Chris himself. He put his hand over his mouth and watched the scene unfolding, forgetting why he had come back here at all. The way Tom was silently begging, the pleasure that crested his face, he could tell that his friend was somewhere else in his head, with someone else.

It was hard to take everything in and it was hard not to start piecing everything together. Over the course of several months, Tom had stayed close to him when he could. Whispering this and that in his ear, private jokes or something along those lines. Chris hadn’t ever thought too much of it, they had bonded as brothers and that’s all he ever saw it as. All those secret moments they had together of laughing and speaking to each other, he just thought it was Tom’s way of getting close to him.

In a way, he was right, but it seemed his friend was trying to get close to him in a completely different way. All the tension he saw building in Tom, he thought had been because of the work, the long hours, and the fight scenes. It appeared Chris had it all wrong; Tom’s tension was due to his desire to be fucked by him. It had built and built until it drove him to seek a stranger that looked like him.

The thought made his stomach turn, he wasn’t sure why, maybe it was because Tom had stooped to something like this. He couldn’t believe that the ever so proper British man would do something like this. Chris couldn’t wrap his mind around it; he just stared wide-eyed at the perversion in front of him. It was only moments later that the tale-tell sign of Tom’s orgasm hit, the look of utter sexual satisfaction distorted his features. A shudder went through him but he wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling, he certainly didn’t know how to handle the situation or what to do. He had never in his life been faced with something like this, not to mention by someone whom he never expected to do this.

He slid his fingers through his hair and watched them both come down from their high, there was a some lazy kissing as Tom limply held onto this stranger. Their hips were still moving and it seemed to Chris that his friend was still trying to hold onto the illusion he had created himself.

Finally Tom gently pushed the blonde away, who promptly wandered into the bathroom to clean up no doubt. Chris watched Tom, leaning back against the wall as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He slid his fingers through his hair and kept his eyes closed, savoring his dark deed. Chris felt his cheeks heat up but again but the emotion that was raging inside him was one he could not please.

“Have something to tell me Tom?”

Tom’s eyes flew open and his face lost several shades of color, he opened his mouth to say something but shut it again. Chris wasn’t sure just how he felt about any of this, he stared at Tom, and he found himself clearly disappointed with his friend’s very selfish actions.

Chapter 2:

Tom had been blissfully unaware of Chris and the fact he had seen him come undone at the hands his so called look alike. Not even the drinks he had could calm the panic that was starting to rise within, this was not how it was suppose to go. He was supposed to get the deed over, head to the hotel, and try and scrub the shame away.

Instead he was left here to deal with Chris…and those angry blue eyes that were nothing more than slits. He tried to sit up a bit more straight, trying to form words, explain this away somehow. Nothing was coming to mind; there was nothing he could say that would make this any better. Tom desperately wished he had Loki’s silver tongue, to somehow turn this situation to his favor but nothing was coming to mind.

There was a long moment of empty silence and still he failed to answer Chris’ question, he didn’t have an answer and didn’t want to answer. How could he possibly say anything at this point? How much had his friend really seen and what did he really think had taken place? Perhaps the moment could have been saved but the stranger he had been with walked out of the bathroom and looked from Chris to Tom, “He’s all yours.” And with that he walked away.

Tom felt his face heat up to a degree he had never felt in his life before he promptly lost all color in the process. There was no way he could save this now, no salvaging this situation, it was all out in the open and he wanted to be swallowed into the wall. He didn’t ask how the situation could get worse, it just happened all on its own, and the night had been going relatively well too.

Chris opened his mouth and then it snapped shut, he couldn’t bring forth the words that felt like razors clawing up his throat. He clenched his jaw and simply stared at Tom, he couldn’t even begin to explain how violated he felt. How completely filthy and used he felt, the very idea…of this…that Tom would do something like this, it made him sick. Utterly sick and he didn’t even know where to begin, how to process this. His nerves were suddenly frayed and there was no way he wanted to deal with this…not here.

In a fluid motion, his fingers wrapped tightly around Tom’s wrist to the point of bruising and something of a whimper escaped the other’s lips. He really couldn’t find it in himself to care; this was going to be dealt with before his anger consumed him anymore. The raven behind him was being pulled along like a rag doll, his eyes averted to the floor; he couldn’t find the will into him to fight Chris off.

Money was bitterly thrown at the bar to pay his tab and he was headed toward the door, Chris didn’t even bother to look at Robert or Mark, didn’t want to explain the situation at present…there was no way he could have done so without raising his voice. He couldn’t even bring himself to look behind him as he jerked Tom down the street; he could feel him stumbling but didn’t slow the pace.

All Tom could do was try and keep up, the alcohol in his blood made his movements somewhat haphazard. He didn’t dare speak and he tried hard not to make a sound but every time he stumbled Chris’ grip around his wrist tightened and it always brought a whimper of pain and fear from his lips. He couldn’t tell what was going to happen and didn’t know if he could find the words to help the situation.

It wasn’t long before they were in the elevator, riding up but he couldn’t be too sure as to who’s room or why…why go to anyone’s room? He worried his lower lip nervously, staring at the doors in a bit of a haze. Once the door was open, he was jerked out and toward a room, the numbers blurred by and he wasn’t able to focus on where they could be.

“Open the door.”

The words came out as a command and a warning, Chris shoved him into the door; he could feel his nose brush up against the wood. He stood there for a moment, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation…he tried to suck in enough air through his nose to help make this all come together. A growl erupted behind him, more of a threat than a warning. Tom continued to worry his lower lip and fumbled for his keycard, he hesitated a moment before swiping the card.

The next few moments were nothing but a blur of motion, the sound of the door being shut and the feeling of being dragged into the bedroom. He hit the mattress with a soft thud and bounced for a few moments. He laid there with his face in the covers, freshly made…clean but they wouldn’t be for long.

Tom tried to piece together how the night had gone and how wrong it had suddenly become. All he wanted was a release from the tension building inside…release without Chris finding out…without knowing what was really on his mind when they were sharing those close moments. All Chris had wanted out of it was a brotherly bond and Tom twisted it into perversion but he never meant for it to happen…and never meant for this to happen.

“Strip.”

The tone of his voice was low and dangerous; anger wasn’t there but something far worse. A shudder of excitement and horror coiled its way down Tom’s spine and he couldn’t move for a moment, this could not be the way things were going to happen. Chris could not…would not be doing this, this had to be a nightmare, a soft sob nearly escaped his lips. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to breath, tried to find some piece of sanity to hold onto.

“I said STRIP.”

A there was a sharp flinch in his being, as if he’d been struck across the back. He didn’t dare look at him; another sound escaped his lips, something akin to a whimper combined with a soft scream. Tom wasn’t able to look at Chris…couldn’t bare it as shaky fingers removed his shirt slowly. He was afraid to move any faster and afraid to move any slower. He couldn’t imagine how enraged his…dear friend had to be…he had some idea because he could almost feel the powerful emotion washing over him in waves. He could feel his eyes brimming with tears and knew that the worst was still yet to come.

A low growl escaped his lips, Tom was taking too long for this, and he had absolutely no patience. He was beyond disgusted with him; his anger had taken him to a place he never thought he’d be able to go. The selfishness of it, the complete disregard of everything logical…He just couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around it and it infuriated him…blinded him to everything.

Once Tom finally had stripped away everything, Chris twitched a bit and opened the nightstand and as he suspected lube and a condom was there. He tossed them on the bed, and moved back toward the bed but something shiny caught his eye…used condoms and their wrappers. A new layer of rage washed over him and he shuddered, biting back the urge to scream obscenities at Tom.

“Open yourself up.”

The sentence alone gave its own directions, don’t take too long or I’ll take you as you are. Tom was frozen in place; this was nothing more than a bad dream brought on by the drinking…it had to be because this could not be happening to him. Chris…Chris would not do this to him, would not disgrace him in such a way. The man he came to love and trust so much…could not be doing this.

“Time is running short Tom.”

He felt tears escaping and a soft and silent sob ripped itself from his throat, he felt his body shaking. Tom shut his eyes and reached for the lube and sloppily poured a generous amount on his fingers. Those lips that nearly split open because of the smile that usually graced his features, were now trembling and raw…a product of the fear inside. How did it all lead to this…where did his night go wrong?

Trembling fingers slid toward the ring of muscles that were clenched tightly and he gasped when he touched himself. He rubbed a finger across the entrance and had to will himself to relax…had to pretend this situation was different because if he didn’t, there would be no way he could do this. The fear of Chris ripping him to the seams was enough to give his mind some focus. At least for a moment he could pleasure himself and convince himself of a lie to help ease the pain.

His mind focused and pretended that he was alone on this night…that Chris wasn’t standing at the foot of the bed, enraged. It took a great deal of his will power to calm himself and ease his mind. It took several moments of silence and stillness before he was able to find that quiet place inside himself. In his mind, he was in this position to bring himself to pleasures he often denied himself. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the first finger in, there was a bit of a burn but the oil soon eased that. In and out slowly before the second finger joined in. He rubbed himself and moaned out softly and shuddered, he could feel the warmth pooling in his stomach. He shifted a bit and tried to find that secret spot and his hips rolled back against his hand. A shiver and a whimper escaped, the frustration was building. After a few moments he was able to add a third finger. His eyes fluttered shut as the arousal started to settle into his stomach, pooling into his cock. Oh...His fingers crushed across something that sent a lovely shock wave of pleasure through him. He continued to brush against that spot until a fine sheen of sweat broke out across his skin, he was rocking his hips, moaning out, and his back started to arch…trying hard to get him to that the bliss that could erase this night.

The world of bliss was ripped from him; his hand was jerked roughly away from his now begging entrance. He cried out and slumped forward as the world came back to him and his body felt empty and afraid. The shivers of pleasure were replaced by trembling; he shut his eyes and chewed on his lower lip. This had to be a nightmare…this…this was a nightmare.

Sounds of the condom wrapping being ripped open, made him all too aware that this wasn’t a dream. Chris, his dear and trusted friend was about to fuck him with all of his rage and passion…passion…it wasn’t indifference…somewhere in all this Chris had to still love him…or…or this wouldn’t be happening. That was the reasoning Tom had to hold onto, it was the only thing that was keeping his mind from tearing itself apart.

The blonde stared down at the trembling form but it wasn’t enough to snap him out of the darkness that had consumed his heart. The very idea, the complete knowledge that Tom was willing to resort to such things, it had completely turned him upside down. He couldn’t…couldn’t understand any of it and the more he tried to make sense of this evening and what he saw, the more it pissed him off.

During the little show of Tom opening himself up, Chris had undressed himself and watched him. The complete and wanton act, the way the raven-haired harlot had opened himself up…send waves of anger and lust through him. It had breathed new life into the member he had been trying to nurse into attention. There had been something very…appealing about the act of watching him. He had almost lost his focus and almost allowed Tom to bring himself off, but the sharp cry had reminded him of what he had to do…no…needed to do.

His fingers curled around Tom’s hips and lifted them up, ass in the air and head into the mattress. He took a breath and simply plunged himself into the wet, tight heat and he growled loudly. It was not a feeling he was expecting and it was only intensified the clenching, the velvet walls sucking him in more deeply. He swore at Tom and dug his fingers more deeply into his flesh. It was almost too much, it was a feeling he wasn’t expecting.

It was good, far too good and he was almost made aware of what he was doing…almost. He moved his hand to the headboard to brace himself. After a few breaths his hips started to move slowly and hard, the sounds Tom was making were something between a sob and a breathy moan. Chris was only able to keep a building pace for a short time before his hips were driving forward harshly. Every movement brought another wave of delicious pleasure; it was going straight to his cock. He growled and clenched his jaw, shuddering as his hips continued to snap forward.

Everything was becoming too hot and too much, his skin felt like it was on fire and he shuddered as he tried to suck in air through his mouth. He rolled his hips and then snapped them at the end, the pleasant sound of skin on skin…it was like the sound of a whip cracking. His fingers dug into skin and clenched the headboard; he tried to keep himself grounded as he dove into Tom. Everything was angry and everything was pleasure, it felt amazing to be inside of him. The waves of pleasure were becoming too much and at some point, he nearly had Tom’s head touching his knees. He drew him up and started to slam into him harshly and wildly as he felt the coil in his stomach start to snap. His vision was starting to white out…and suddenly everything was white, vaguely aware of something of a shout and a growl escaping his lips. He continued to ride out his orgasm, he was dimly aware of Tom clenching around him as he came undone as well. Truthfully…Chris hadn’t been concerned with the other reaching their completion, it was only a matter of luck.

Tom had opened himself up enough where he was able to handle Chris, even as he dove in without any other regard. There still had been a good amount of burning and pain and his mind shattered when he started to move. There had been little pleasure in it for him in the beginning. The harshness of the moments left his mouth slacked in the uncomfortable sensation and his eyes were burning with tears. However once a pace was truly set, his body responded to it and the pleasure had slowly washed away all of his thoughts.

For a time he wasn’t concerned with why this was happening, his mind had melted into need and desire. He needed to feel Chris filling him and had desire to reach completion in a way he hadn’t had in quite some time. His hips arched and moved with Chris, meeting him thrust for thrust. He clawed at the sheets and mewled in complete and utter abandon, the pleasure bleached away the ugly scars of the night even if it was just for this moment. Tom was able to lose himself in this and he shut his eyes and moaned Chris’ name, moaned it loud and begged. It never occurred to him that the other wasn’t even listening but it didn’t matter. He felt the tension in him melting away, rolling his hips and arching his back.

It felt so fucking good…to be fucked.

Tom needed this, needed it more than he thought, and he couldn’t concentrate on the fact that this was happening for all of the wrong reasons. At some point Chris made him into the shape of a tight triangle, his head nearly at his knees. A scream of shock escaped his lips as he felt that spot inside of him hit suddenly, again and again. The tale-tell sign that his blonde lover was about to spill and the thrusts continued to blur his vision until it all went dark. He felt his body stiffen, Chris’ name ripped from his lips as he felt the warmth of his seed splashing his skin.

He collapsed onto the bed, slowly his vision came back to him, and he tried to catch his breath. He basked in the glory of having been fucked so thoroughly; it had been easy to lose himself in it. He stayed on his stomach, and shivered a bit…it had been worth it…so he thought.

Chris pulled out and slumped forward but didn’t allow his body to collapse into the bed. It hadn’t changed anything, what he had done…what he had just done was sickening. He lost control of his anger in a way that…he couldn’t even think. He slid the condom off and began to get dressed; he needed air…needed to vomit. That…that moment shouldn’t have ever happened, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to lose control. There wasn’t any way for him to ever make peace with this moment. This…changed and ruined everything. He lifted himself off the bed and walked toward the door, he glanced at Tom for a moment. Tried to think of something, anything to say but there was nothing he could do. He had made the biggest mistake of his life, he hurt Tom, and now he couldn’t bear to look at him. The door slammed shut behind him, what had he done?

~~ It wasn’t until the door slammed that Tom was even aware Chris had left, the sound made his heart jump. The realization started to settle in his chest and stomach; he felt utterly filthy and couldn’t form words or thoughts. All he could do was feel and his eyes started to burn once again and the tears slid down. Soundless sobs started to wrack his body; he trembled and brought his knees to his chest. He bit into his lower lip until he could taste copper, he shut his eyes and tried to breath…tried to find something to hold onto. There was nothing and a strangled scream fell from his lips. Again and again he screamed until his voice was wrecked, the sobs continued to shake him until there was nothing left. He was empty and numb…but so, he could not stop sobbing.

~~~~ Never got around to writing another chapter. Maybe one day this get a happy ending.

#Chris Hemsworth/Tom Hiddleston #Angst #Promt #Mild Smut #Depressing Fic

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