Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Obey Me, Believe Me, Just Trust Me

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   An unknown amount of time passed.

Sid blinked his eyes, finding himself in a comfy bed, with the sun being a lot brighter than he remembered it being when he made his escape. Well, tried to make his escape. If it weren't for that stupid bear trap.

As he began to get up, he halted, feeling something bounding his wrists. He looked up, confused as he saw that his wrists were tied together behind his body with rope, the knot being too tight for him to try to shuffle out of them.

Chris slowly pushed open the door to the room, the sound of shuffling sheets catching his attention and telling him the other man was finally awake.

He walked over to the side of the bed, where the other man was now sitting up, trying to move his bound hands.

He quickly grabbed them in one of his own, holding them still.

"Don't pull at them, you'll only end up hurting yourself," he spoke in a somewhat stern tone.

The sound of the taller man's voice made Sid freeze up for a few seconds, taking in the realisation that he was back at Chris' house.

Again.

After trying to escape.

This could not be good. Chris would not be happy with him...

The taller man took a deep breath as he slowly looked the other man over, scanning over the still present collar on his neck, and the fresh bandages on his wounded leg. He had to admit, the smaller man almost seemed a bit cute like this, his wrists and neck bound up, and the guilty look on his bruised face.

"I had to tie you up. I couldn't risk you trying to escape again, or you accidentally messing with your injury, and making it worse. I'm sure you understand," he said in a low voice.

Sid didn't reply, only except for a small, slow and hesitant nod of the head.

He should have known something like this was going to happen, mentally punching himself in the face for not planning everything out. Now he was back to square one, but now with an injured leg and tied-up wrists.

Chris let out a quiet hum at the other's subtle agreement, a small, somewhat cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"You've been asleep for, like, three days," he said, moving to sit down on the bed next to him. "Had me so worried, you know..."

His hand slowly began moving up the other man's leg, only stopping when he reached the bandages, gently stroking the skin by his knee.

"You know what would've helped a lot with my worry? If you'd just stayed like a good boy. But instead, you chose to run into the woods and nearly bleed out, and make me spend three days trying to nurse you back to health," he continued in a mocking and chastising tone, leaning further into the other man's space.

"I'm sorry..." Sid mumbled, hoping to be able to act guilty enough to make the other go a little easier on him so he could try to plan his next escape, which would definitely take longer to put in motion, but he had time.

His gaze turned downcast to the bed he was lying on, his eye catching the fact that he was wearing a different top. But he didn't say anything about it, just trying to play the sad and sorry card right now.

Chris was pleased by the guilty and almost submissive tone the other man had taken.

He continued to slowly move his hand up the other man's leg, before grabbing onto his thigh, moving his face closer with a smug smirk.