Spotlights II

Chapter 7: Hazy Days

This chapter flowed from me better than baby steps so now it's done I will I
Endeavour to complete an update of that next x 

^love this picture above, haven't seen it before but Dec looks cute and v little compared to Ant 😍

"I can't believe we fucked up something this perfect Decky." The taller, dark haired man mumbled sadly in the singers ear. Dec felt his heart breaking as he melted back into his ex's comforting arms, feeling safe for the first time in 5 years.

"Missed youse Anth." Declan whispered back, his arms tightening around Ant's to make the presenter hold him closer and smiling slightly to himself.

"Missed you too baby. More than anything I've missed you, my little Geordie busker," Ant smiled running his hand through Declan's sandy brown hair. "My Declan, I'm so proud of you baby. But now I want you back. I want you to be mine."

A single tear rolled solemnly down Dec's pale cheek and he automatically turned to cuddle into the presenters chest, small sobs wracking his delicate form, "I was always yours. I am yours."

Suddenly, the hands stroking through the singers hair turned rough and punishing, nails forcing their way into Dec's scalp and tearing the skin. The Geordie whimpered and slammed his eyes shut tightly in pain. He tried to pull against the strong arms around him but they didn't budge and instead the slowly dying scent of citrus and cigarettes vaporise in the air while two pale arms began crushing the small man in their grip.

Declan wriggled, he panicked and went to scream but a hand clamped round his mouth, forcing the back of his head against a firm chest so he felt suffocated and trapped.

"Shhuusssshhh shhuussshhh." Declan froze. "Let me enjoy this. You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." The familiar patronising voice behind the singer had him struggling fruitlessly, his fingers clawing at the hands that held him. "If you keep struggling, I'll snap your neck and leave your raped corpse for your family to find."

Tears poured from the Geordies as he held still and tried to blink through the horror as his own personal monster began placing bruising kisses over his cheek and moving to bite down on the healed skin of his neck. Dec cried as the older man's teeth pierced his flesh and drew out copious amounts of blood.

"Not again." A pained voice breathed.

Declan's eyes flew open at the familiar deep Geordie accent only to fall on a taller man's dark figure looming on the armchair across the room, a bottle to his lips and a cigarette hanging from between his fingers.

"Every fucking time."

Declan cried and struggled, his desperation pulling him towards the only man who could save him. Tugging the rough hand around his mouth, Declan finally pulled free and wailed desperately, "Please please Anth... i don't want this, please please save me."

"You don't deserve to be saved."

The words stung like a burning hot poker through his chest.

"He's pretty isn't he Ant?" Jason taunted, stroking over Dec's face like a pet.

The presenter turned his head and clenched his jaw, "He's worthless. Enjoy him while he still has those looks."

"Uhmmm gladly."

Dec couldn't tear his eyes from Ant's as the dark haired man stood there and watched whilst Jason let his hands wander over the singers body like a toy to play with. With every touch, a graphic bloody cut tore through Ant's body until the presenter crumbled to his knees, his face turning pale and hollowing out.