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Control
(Letocest, not for the faint hearted) Shannon is fed up of being second best. He wants revenge, and he wants control.
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Author's note: I don't claim to own the characters, although I wish I did. This fanfiction is complete fiction, all imaginary, so calm yo tits.
Jared’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he woke up, revealing icy blue eyes. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness of the room and he was still half-asleep, so he stretched his arm out to find the switch for the lamp on his bedside table, with no luck, his fingers running along the smooth oak surface. His bed always had a night light next to it, for reading, writing and a comfortable atmosphere, so where was he? The window was open, and the cool breeze blew the curtains, giving him a slight chill and goose bumps over his arms and bare torso.
“Hello, is anybody here?” He called, his voice shaking a little.
Footsteps stomping up the stairs and pattering outside the room were clearly audible, along with a cold, cruel laugh. The door creaked open, letting in the tiniest slither of light, and someone walked in, turning on the spotlights and illuminating the room. This room wasn’t Jared’s, but Shannon’s, and Shannon was standing at the door, a smug grin on his face. He hadn’t shaved over the weekend, and was growing a little stubble along his jaw, he was wearing all black, dark and mysterious; a baggy tank top, loose fitting pants and steel toed lace-up boots. Shannon’s room wasn’t as minimalistic as Jared’s, there was more furniture, a large pot plant reminiscent of a palm tree in one corner, a little couch against the other. Their tastes in interior design were similar, but Shannon preferred comfort and colour, while Jared preferred aesthetics and perfection.
Jared stared at him, slightly confused. Shannon had only just bought his new house, and he had been there three times to help unpack and decorate. He hadn’t visited since, and the big house warming party was in a few days. Why was he asleep in his older brother’s bed? His mind sifted through a few possibilities, but most of them were ridiculous and far-fetched, and that was when he started to panic a little.
“Shannon, I-”
“Save it, Jared. If you really want to know, you’re here because I bought you here.”
“W-Why?” Jared stuttered; his brother wasn’t making any sense.
“Just a little fun, that’s all. I’ve been partying all night with a few friends. They’ve all gone home and I need someone to play with.”
Jared sighed, and put his head in his hands, then rubbed his tired eyes. Shannon was a completely different person when he was drunk; he either became particularly violent or horny. Whether violent or horny, he wasn’t pleasant to be around and Jared was always the one that looked after him when he was hung-over on a Sunday morning after going to several clubs with friends.
“I guess you’re drunk, then.”
One of Jared's particular pet peeves was drunken people. He hated them, their stupid, reckless attitudes, lack of morals and self-respect. Shannon was quickly turning into one of these people, and he wasn't thrilled about it. He would either try and persuade his brother to stop before he became an alcoholic, or begin to ignore him until he sobered up a little, sometimes a mixture of the two.
“I’m quite the opposite, actually. I’m stone-cold sober.” Shannon grinned smugly.
Sitting down slowly on the bed, Shannon started to get closer to Jared, who glanced back at him, puzzled. The older brother fondled his neck slowly, his fingers being prickled by the slight, bristly stubble on his jaw…
Jared’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he woke up, revealing icy blue eyes. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness of the room and he was still half-asleep, so he stretched his arm out to find the switch for the lamp on his bedside table, with no luck, his fingers running along the smooth oak surface. His bed always had a night light next to it, for reading, writing and a comfortable atmosphere, so where was he? The window was open, and the cool breeze blew the curtains, giving him a slight chill and goose bumps over his arms and bare torso.
“Hello, is anybody here?” He called, his voice shaking a little.
Footsteps stomping up the stairs and pattering outside the room were clearly audible, along with a cold, cruel laugh. The door creaked open, letting in the tiniest slither of light, and someone walked in, turning on the spotlights and illuminating the room. This room wasn’t Jared’s, but Shannon’s, and Shannon was standing at the door, a smug grin on his face. He hadn’t shaved over the weekend, and was growing a little stubble along his jaw, he was wearing all black, dark and mysterious; a baggy tank top, loose fitting pants and steel toed lace-up boots. Shannon’s room wasn’t as minimalistic as Jared’s, there was more furniture, a large pot plant reminiscent of a palm tree in one corner, a little couch against the other. Their tastes in interior design were similar, but Shannon preferred comfort and colour, while Jared preferred aesthetics and perfection.
Jared stared at him, slightly confused. Shannon had only just bought his new house, and he had been there three times to help unpack and decorate. He hadn’t visited since, and the big house warming party was in a few days. Why was he asleep in his older brother’s bed? His mind sifted through a few possibilities, but most of them were ridiculous and far-fetched, and that was when he started to panic a little.
“Shannon, I-”
“Save it, Jared. If you really want to know, you’re here because I bought you here.”
“W-Why?” Jared stuttered; his brother wasn’t making any sense.
“Just a little fun, that’s all. I’ve been partying all night with a few friends. They’ve all gone home and I need someone to play with.”
Jared sighed, and put his head in his hands, then rubbed his tired eyes. Shannon was a completely different person when he was drunk; he either became particularly violent or horny. Whether violent or horny, he wasn’t pleasant to be around and Jared was always the one that looked after him when he was hung-over on a Sunday morning after going to several clubs with friends.
“I guess you’re drunk, then.”
One of Jared's particular pet peeves was drunken people. He hated them, their stupid, reckless attitudes, lack of morals and self-respect. Shannon was quickly turning into one of these people, and he wasn't thrilled about it. He would either try and persuade his brother to stop before he became an alcoholic, or begin to ignore him until he sobered up a little, sometimes a mixture of the two.
“I’m quite the opposite, actually. I’m stone-cold sober.” Shannon grinned smugly.
Sitting down slowly on the bed, Shannon started to get closer to Jared, who glanced back at him, puzzled. The older brother fondled his neck slowly, his fingers being prickled by the slight, bristly stubble on his jaw…
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