Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

I Want You, I Need You, I'll Have You

Heads up: Kidnapping, non-con, blood, emotional manipulation

Third Person POV

Sidney.

That's all that Chris had been thinking about for the past few months, at least.

Sid's eyes. His hair. His smile. His voice. His body.

His everything.

Every little, seemingly useless piece of information about the other man meant a lot to Chris.

He needed to have the other man for himself.

   He needed to feel his soft skin under his hands.

   He needed Sid to know how he felt.

He had put a lot of planning into this. He couldn't screw this up. He wouldn't screw this up. After all, he had been waiting for this day for so long.

A wooden bat in his hands, he quietly approached the oblivious DJ.

Sid was just in the kitchen, quietly humming a song to himself as he sauntered over to the fridge, curious if the guys had any leftovers he could steal and eat, not in the mood to cook right now.

He didn't seem to notice the quiet yet heavy footsteps behind him.

The taller man snuck up behind the slightly shorter one.

Chris was careful and precise, slowly closing in on the other man, bat raised.

Whack.

He couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips, staring down at the unconscious body on front of him, a little drip of blood beginning to form on where he had hit him with the bat.

Before picking the body up to haul him to his own home, Chris took a small moment to appreciate the difference between their bodies, their difference in size. He was going to have lots of fun with that.

It took Chris about ten minutes to bring Sid's unconscious body to his car.

He gently placed the unconscious body into the backseat, making sure that the other man's head wouldn't hit the doorframe.

He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this.

Chris closed the door and made his way over to the driver's side of the car. He started the engine and buckled his seatbelt, taking one last look at the man sitting behind him.

Soon, you'll be mine, Sidney.

———

The drive to his house was about half an hour.

It wasn't the most eye-catching house, nor was it very large, but it was enough for two people, and hidden deep in the thick forest, shielding his Sid from the rest of this cruel, cold world.

It'd only be the two of them together in that house.

Forever.

And Chris couldn't keep that grin off his face, the smile practically sewn onto his face. He couldn't help it— he felt so giddy right now, the future he had planned just in reach now.

He parked the car in his garage. Now, he just had to bring the other man into his house.

Chris got out of the car and opened the backdoor of the backseat. He gently scooped the unconscious man up, careful to not hurt him more than he already had.

He didn't think he could ever get tired of how Sid fits perfectly into his arms.

Carrying the DJ, he made his way to his front door. He struggled for a bit with the keys, but he managed to open the door, closing it with his foot.