Yer My Best Mate
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Sex Pistols
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,696
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Sex Pistols. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Fuckin' Hate You
A/n: Tis short. Most everything I do will most likely be short. But I want reviews. Hey... say I suck. Anything would be nice. Reviews, please, pleaseees. - Isn't above begging. -
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Just thehn ghn growls a bit and throws Sid off of him. "Fucking faggot, wat the hell you think your doing, huh?" By this time the smaller man was to his feet, looking down to a very stunned Sid Vicious.
"But Johnny..." Sid starts to say but it stoped by a quick kick to his mid section.
"But wat, Sid-nay? Think I'm gonna ever let you touch me? Your fucking disgusting."
Sid moves away from the angry Irishman and stands up slowly. "No Johnny you want me. I know you do." He moves twords Johnny and grabs both of his hands. "You want me, just say it. Please Johnny I love you."
John tries to pull his hands back but Sid is bigger and stronger then him. "I fucking hate you." At that was it. Sid has had enough, still having John's hands in his Sid pushes johnny down on the bed...
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It was hours later when John wakes up. The first thing he notices is how much he hurts. It's not like pain was somthing he hasn't felt before, but this was different. Moving slightly he stops, realizing slowly what happened.
Sid ripping his clothes off.
John telling him to stop. Screaming at him to stop.
Then pain in mass amounts.
Just now he feels arms wraped around his small form, shifting slightly he looks behind him. Sid Vicious laying fast asleep with a calm look on his face.
John wasn't one to cry. He hasn't since he was very young, until now. Tears start slowly streaming down his face, making clean marks through the dirty that covered him.
"Johnny?" Sid asks waking now, realizing what he's done. "Johnny..." He pulls away his naked form sliding off the bed and looking at John. Looking at the smears of blood that was John's thighs.
John, still crying rolls onto his back, also still looking at Sid. "It hurts. You... Sid... Why..."
Vicious reaches out slowly and touches John's stomach. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry Johnny... Please..." By this time Sid was also crying, lookeveneven more child like then he normally does.
John's hand moves down, taking Sid's in his and slowly pulls Sid to him. "Shh Sid it's ok. I'm fine." He says as Sid moves back onto the bed. Sid puts a arm lightly around John's mind section and crys harder. While John's hand rests on Sid's back.
Neither of the young men, boys in right, move as the sun finally rose breaking the night. And with the sun rain can be heard falling harder now. Even though they are inside, John can't help but hope that the rain washes away the blood.
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Just thehn ghn growls a bit and throws Sid off of him. "Fucking faggot, wat the hell you think your doing, huh?" By this time the smaller man was to his feet, looking down to a very stunned Sid Vicious.
"But Johnny..." Sid starts to say but it stoped by a quick kick to his mid section.
"But wat, Sid-nay? Think I'm gonna ever let you touch me? Your fucking disgusting."
Sid moves away from the angry Irishman and stands up slowly. "No Johnny you want me. I know you do." He moves twords Johnny and grabs both of his hands. "You want me, just say it. Please Johnny I love you."
John tries to pull his hands back but Sid is bigger and stronger then him. "I fucking hate you." At that was it. Sid has had enough, still having John's hands in his Sid pushes johnny down on the bed...
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It was hours later when John wakes up. The first thing he notices is how much he hurts. It's not like pain was somthing he hasn't felt before, but this was different. Moving slightly he stops, realizing slowly what happened.
Sid ripping his clothes off.
John telling him to stop. Screaming at him to stop.
Then pain in mass amounts.
Just now he feels arms wraped around his small form, shifting slightly he looks behind him. Sid Vicious laying fast asleep with a calm look on his face.
John wasn't one to cry. He hasn't since he was very young, until now. Tears start slowly streaming down his face, making clean marks through the dirty that covered him.
"Johnny?" Sid asks waking now, realizing what he's done. "Johnny..." He pulls away his naked form sliding off the bed and looking at John. Looking at the smears of blood that was John's thighs.
John, still crying rolls onto his back, also still looking at Sid. "It hurts. You... Sid... Why..."
Vicious reaches out slowly and touches John's stomach. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry Johnny... Please..." By this time Sid was also crying, lookeveneven more child like then he normally does.
John's hand moves down, taking Sid's in his and slowly pulls Sid to him. "Shh Sid it's ok. I'm fine." He says as Sid moves back onto the bed. Sid puts a arm lightly around John's mind section and crys harder. While John's hand rests on Sid's back.
Neither of the young men, boys in right, move as the sun finally rose breaking the night. And with the sun rain can be heard falling harder now. Even though they are inside, John can't help but hope that the rain washes away the blood.