Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

I Won't Let Anybody Have You

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   It had been about a week now.

   Sid had grown accustomed to being stuck in the house. He knew where everything was, where every little tear and rip in the bland wallpaper was, every small crack in each one of the many locked windows were. He had spent so long inside, doing nothing all day, except for the occasional activities and gifts Chris had gotten for him.

   Last night, he had been gifted a black leather collar. He somewhat appreciated the thought, even though the present wasn't exactly the most... normal gift.

   The DJ was currently in the kitchen, wearing said collar around his neck, quietly making a sandwich for himself.

   Chris stepped into the kitchen behind him, quietly watching the smaller man for a moment.

   He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and a small smile on his face.

   The sight of the other man with that collar around his neck was driving him insane, and he wanted nothing more than to just go up behind him and rip off all of his clothes. But he knew that wouldn't be a good idea right now. He needed to take things slowly from here on out.

   Slowly, he approached the smaller man, silently coming up behind him and leaning down, nuzzling his head in the crook of Sid's neck. He placed one hand on the other man's hip, carefully moving the other up to his shoulder.

   "You look good with a collar on, sweetheart," he breathed out against his neck, leaving gentle kisses just below his ear.

   Sid shuddering a little, but did his best to keep it subtle. He never liked it whenever the other touched him like this. But it wasn't like he was in any position to deny him.

   Instead, he gently bit his lower lip, something obviously on his mind.

   "Could I please use one of the kitchen knives?" He requested. He knew Chris would be hesitant, as the entire point of one of the locked cupboards was to keep Sid from having access to such a sharp object. But he had hope that the taller man would let him, especially after behaving so well the past few days.

   "I can't cut anything with this plastic one..." The smaller male gestured down to the only slightly dented cucumber he wanted to put in his sandwich.

   Chris' movements froze for a moment at the other man's request.

   His body's immediate reaction was to outright deny the request, his mind already thinking of excuses to use.

   But the other man had been so good the last few days. He had done everything Chris asked of him, followed his every rule and requirement, and seemed to have given up on trying to leave every day.

   And he looked so pretty and innocent with that collar on...

   He slowly brought his lips down to the other man's ear again.

   "Alright, if you promise to behave."

   "I promise..."

   He placed another gentle kiss on the other man's ear and slowly pulled away, before moving to fetch one of the kitchen knives.

   He quickly returned, holding the knife in his hand, and hesitantly handed it to Sid, giving him a long, stern look.

   "Be careful. If you do anything I don't like, I'll take it back and put you in that dark cabinet again. You understand?"

   The mention of the cabinet sent a shiver down Sid's spine, his eyes slightly widening as he vividly remembered all those long, painful hours in that cramped and dark space.