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They're at it again. Sometimes he wonders if they'll ever stop... If the words will seize, if the screaming will come to a screeching halt... If... Just if...

"Nikki, please, I don't-" He doesn't even get a sentence out before the older boy is screaming again, this time he's up in his face and he can feel a glare on him through that shaggy mess he calls hair.

The younger - Tommy - can feel the tears burning at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill out and like a child, he closes his eyes and brings his hands up over his ears, to try and shield the yelling out. It does little though to mask the volume of Nikki's voice and the fact he's now spitting in the drummer's face with each word he puts his anger into.

This only aids in making the bassist more angry. He grabs Tommy's wrists, forcing his hands back down. "Look at me, Tommy." The voice is calm, deadly now.

Tommy swallows deeply but forces his eyes open to stare at the older male, despite the fear of what it might do if he looks into what little he can see of those emerald like eyes.

"Do you love him?" The question was asked. Hurt. He could hear an undertone of hurt. It was barely there, but he could hear it.

Tommy shakes his head, and Nikki's grip on his wrists grows tighter. There will probably be bruises tomorrow...

"No. I don't, I swear. It was just a kiss. I... I didn't even want it! He forced it on me! He kissed me..." He pleaded. Vince... All this was Vince's fault, for some quick kiss to the lips that Nikki had just so happened to catch and take wrongly. "Nikki, baby, I promise, I was disgusted by it. I about threw up."

Nikki doesn't respond right away, instead letting an eerie silence settle into the atmosphere. He brings his hands up to cup Tommy's face and then he smiles, thumb gently rubbing along the soft skin of his drummer.

Tommy finally smiles, lightly but it's there. He's certain now that he has Nikki convinced everything is alright.

"Were you?" Nikki asks and there's no reason for Tommy not to believe that this has been settled. The drummer nods. "Yes, Nikki." He responds confidently.

Mistake.

"You lying bitch." The words come too slow, compared to the sharp pain of a punch to his jaw that knocks him completely off balance. He looked up, wide-eyed at the older male that seemed to tower over him now.

Nikki had hit him... He couldn't believe it. They had argued all the time, over little things and major things but it's never come to this. It's never went further than screaming and cursing... Nikki had always promised he would never hit him.

"You make me sick." Nikki snarled down at him, before walking over to grab a half drunken bottle of Jack off of the piece of junk he called a dresser.

Tommy watched him silently. He was shaking now and the tears were streaming down his face, hot like fire it seemed.

"You expect me to buy that shit? That oh, you were disgusted by it and oh, you didn't want it and it was forced on you... Because, it's awful fucking funny, it was you with your tongue down his fucking throat. Explain that one, Tom." Nikki was more furious now than ever, igniting the flame of madness with the alcohol he swallowed.

"Okay... So I was a little drunk and I got a little too excited....It didn't mean anything though. It's like the girls... We make out with girls all the time and it never means nothing... Why does this?" He was almost too timid to ask. The moment he did and Nikki shot a death glare his way, Tommy looked down to the floor, wishing he could be anywhere but here right now.

"Like the girls, huh..." Nikki trailed off, finishing up the rest of the Jack Daniels and then he chuckled loudly. "Only here's the thing you fuckin' moron... Vince isn't a fucking girl!"

"Well, it's not like you haven't looked at him that way too..." Tommy muttered. Oh, poor, poor Tommy. He was digging himself deeper into his own grave.

Nikki snarled, letting the empty bottle drop to the floor, not caring one bit about the broken glass lying there and if Tommy didn't know any better, he'd say that could be weapon of choice in his murder case later.

"What. Was. That?" Nikki snarled one word at a time as he stormed over to Tommy, kneeling down in front of him.

Tommy still refused to look at him. "Nothing Nikki... Let's not talk about this... He's right in the next room..."

Oh hell no. "Fuck that." Nikki retorted, grabbing hold of Tommy by the shirt and pulling him up to stand once more. "Now then... You've had some pretty big balls to pull the shit you did earlier tonight... Don't be a pussy and cower away from a question."

Tommy wiped his eyes quickly, glaring back at Nikki this time. "Yeah, I've seen the way you look at him... Undressing him with your eyes... You'd rather have him than me, wouldn't you. Well, maybe I'd rather have him than you. He's sure as hell a lot better looking and at least he doesn't smell like he's crawled out of a sewer." Chances. Oh, he was taking chances; unaware of what extremes Nikki would go to tonight.

"You cocksucker." Nikki was dangerously close again. "If I didn't have such a sleazy ass slut as my boyfriend, maybe my eyes wouldn't stray. So don't put this one on me baby, when it is your fault for not keeping your man happy."

"No, it's yours, for not keeping your man happy. All you do is argue and insult me now. That's not the Nikki I fell in love with... And I'm getting fucking tired of being treated like a dog. So if you want to find someone else, fucking do it. I don't give a shit anymore." Tears. The tears were coming again and Tommy had to clench his teeth, despite the intense pain, in order to not lose control.

Nikki stared at him, for a moment more, analyzing him... Then...

"Getting real sick of that damn back talk of yours. That's your problem. Can't keep that fucking mouth of yours shut. But oh... I'm going to break that." Nikki smirked. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. You think you have a little bit of control now and you think you can call the shots and oh, you're the alpha... You can do whatever you want... No. I'll put you back in your place. I'll show you who's in control." And just like that, Nikki dragged Tommy over to the tattered bed, slamming him back on it.

"What the fuck" Tommy protested, attempting to get up. It was futile though. Nikki had already climbed over him, pinning him down to the mattress with his weight.

"Now then, bitch... Let the training session begin." Nikki smirked again, as he fumbled around on the bed, grabbing some random scarf he had lying there, of which he used to tie the younger's hands up tightly to the headboard of the bed so it couldn't be undone by Tommy alone.

"Nikki, stop, I don't like this!" Tommy growled, already beginning to struggle in his restraints.

"You did something you weren't suppose to, now it's time for your punishment... I'll teach you... I'll teach you how to be a good boyfriend." Again, he retrieved another scarf and he chuckled like a maniac.

"Nikki, please. This is insane! I said I was sorry. It was a mistake, and I will not do it again. Now, untie me!"

"Shh baby, I promise, I'm only doing this for your own good... It's to show you how much I love you and that we'll always be together..." He muttered, and this time placed the scarf over Tommy's mouth, tying it behind his head, successfully gagging the young drummer.

Tommy's eyes went wide and he mumbled incoherent words into the fabric.

Nikki ignored him and continued to do so as the night dragged on and he - for the first time - violated Tommy in ways the young drummer never could've imagined.

All Tommy could do was lay there, a whimpering, crying mess of fear as he bared Nikki's abuse.

Vince - the sole reason for all this, Tommy swore - was passed out in his own room, completely unaware of the events that had unfolded.