#scfdm

[sham-sia]

Después del segundo capítulo de la segunda temporada de “Star contra las fuerzas del mal”, de golpe y porrazo tengo 20% más de seguidores.

En tres días.

...

...

...Entonces caí en la cuenta de por qué.

[wyattsylvester]

Silas Code for 'Dom Me' || Siatt

TAGGING → Wyatt Sylvester and Silas Anderson

TIME FRAME → Monday, February 10th

LOCATION → Wyatt’s room

SUMMARY → Silas comes over after asking to be dommed but neither of them really enjoy it.

Silas hurried to Wyatt's door, sure he was in a horrible mood. Cooper just wouldn't stop would he? Silas stood outside his door for a moment, trying to syke himself up, not completely sure he was in /need/ of Dumbledore, but he was pretty sure Wyatt was. And he knew that Cooper wouldn't stop bugging Wyatt. With a final sigh, he knocked on the door and waited

Wyatt was feeling hollowed out and raw compared to the night before, wanting to break Cooper's bones and yell at the new kid that he was worth something. But if you had to yell and scream it, maybe it wasn't true. After Silas called Dumbledore, he went to go find some things in his chest of drawers he kept entirely for bdsm purposes. He wasn't going to ask Silas if he was doing this just so he wouldn't rip a hole in his precious brother, because he didn't want to hear if that was the case. He went to the door and pulled it open, looking at Silas simply before stepping aside. "In. Strip naked and then lay your chest across my coffee table. I'm going to start with the riding crop, I believe."

Silas eye's widened and he sucked in a breath before letting it out and nodding. He didn't say anything, just toed off his shoes on the rug and slipped his shirt off and tugged his pants down. Leaving his clothes by his shoes Silas nodded and bent, hissing as his chest hit the cold table top. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on how incredibly shitty he felt hurting Cooper again, and how angry he'd been, how out of control and trapped he felt and slowly he worked his way into actually wanting this.

Wyatt watched Silas strip for a moment before he went to get his riding crop and came back, running it over Silas's spine slowly. "You actually want this..? Or are you taking pity on me?" He tried not to sneer. Silas didn't even know about the train wreck that was Joe tonight, and had made private the conversation with Cooper before the boy humiliated him by refusing him. "You're not just martyring yourself yet again..?"

Silas set his jaw, and didn't look up. "Stop asking questions. I want it."

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and came down hard with the riding crop, then again and again in different spots on his back, before moving down to his ass, leaving small red marks the shape of the riding crop tip on his skin and some lines from the rod itself.

Silas cried out as the first strike landed and his natural instinct was to wheel around and stop it, but he forced himself not to. His hands moved automatically but he managed to forced them to grab the table rather than Wyatt or the crop. White knuckled and teeth clenched he hissed and grunted as strike after strike came. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep his body in place though it wanted to run from the blows. "F-fuck. " he yelped as he jumped under a particularly hard blow, unable to stop his hand from going back to protect the red skin on his ass where the strike had landed.

Wyatt found it difficult to keep hitting Silas when he didn't seem to want it. He shifted and seemed to squirm, then covered up his skin after it was hurt and it made his heart sink. "S-stop it. You said you wanted it, didn't you?!" He felt like hitting an unwilling Silas was chipping away at him. Maybe he wasn't as heartless as he thought, as much as he desperately wanted to be.

Silas pressed his eyes closed, wishing Wyatt just wouldn't talk. He was glad he couldn't see the Dom. He didn't want to see his eyes. "Sorry...sorry" he stuttered and brought his hand back to the edge of the table. He ground his teeth, why did Wyatt have to keep asking questions? Even if this one wasn't as bad, but Silas didn't want to talk, he wanted to get lost in the pain. He wanted to forget about Cooper and how badly he'd hurt him. Forget about the anon that confirmed his worst fears; that his brothers all hated him. "Just fucking go Wyatt" he grumbled, reaching back with his other hand to shove at the Dom's hips, hoping to just piss him off and shut him up.

Wyatt shook his head. "You're the one who called for this. You'll call me sir, and you'll beg, do you understand? I don't owe you anything." He trailed the riding crop over Silas's spine again, waiting for Silas to do as he told him too, staring over his skin, the pink marks on his skin, trying to remind himself this wasn't a huge mistake, the way it felt right now.

Silas nodded, swallowing hard. He'd never felt below Wyatt, always felt that he'd be relatively equal to him and normally, he'd snark back, but today he just felt beat down, tired and small. He'd never called Wyatt sir, except when he was joking or when he'd gotten back from the markets and struggled with names for a few days as he readjusted and he didn't really want to start now, one defiant streak left in him. "Hit me, please...you know you want to, I want you to, so hit me...please, I don't want to think anymore" he said, quietly, moving his hands from the edge of the table and extending his arms over his head, trying to show that he wanted this, that he could handle it, that he didn't need to hold himself down.

Wyatt felt a deadness settle in his gut he wasn't sure he'd recover from very quickly, but Silas supposedly wanted this, even if he wasn't sure he believed it. He raised the crop again and let it hit against Silas's back and sides, his breath hitching as he watched it impact against his skin, not doing this for pleasure or even for himself for once.

Silas whimpered quietly as the crop ran down his back and then hit full on. He jumped as it made contact with the sensitive, less scared skin of his sides but tried to recover quickly, never looking up to see Wyatt's face. It hurt more than normal. It wasn't quite right. It wasn't quite working and his frustration was growing. He ran through all the things Cooper had done and said, trying to remind himself why he was here, and how the physical pain would help but each time the crop landed he winced. Not quite sure he was willing to endure this for his brother, and not quite sure he felt bad enough to want it for himself, Silas shook his head slightly, feeling hot tears forming behind his closed lids and willing them not to fall. Not now.

Wyatt counted that he'd hit Silas around ten times now, and not too softly. Could that be good enough? He wasn't like one of the guards, he didn't get off on pain of the unwilling, of the people shaking and actually wincing from each blow. He found himself missing Eoin and how he could moan and wince at the same time. Silas... was clearly broken and he wasn't sure he was actually helping him anymore. He tossed the crop aside and slowly got down beside him, running his hand over his back. "You're going to be all right.... you're a good boy... a good person..."

Silas felt Wyatt move but didn't turn his head to face him, even as he felt his hand on his back. "Stop it...just...don't...plea​-please" he begged quietly, and fairly unconvincingly, trying to hold back his stupid tears. Stupid fucking tears. He thought, disappointed in himself for being so weak, for letting Wyatt see it and more over scared because he felt so lost. Cooper was his anchor, the one thing he could always count on, and clearly, today, they'd cut the rope.

Wyatt sat back on the floor and tugged Silas's hips to try and encourage him away from the coffee table. "Come here....I know you don't want me to keep hitting you... you're not even enjoying it on a non-sexual level....you look like it's keeping you more prisoner and not helping you let go... so just.. come here...."

Silas shook his head, as Wyatt tugged at his hips, determined that he could make this work. That he wouldn’t cave, that he could be what Wyatt needed, that what he needed could be the same thing. But he felt a red hot tear escape his lashes and it all just seemed so pointless, sighing he sat back on his heels and leaned into Wyatt. “I…I….it didn’t work…” he mumbled, wiping roughly at his eyes to get rid of the treasonous tears. “Sorry. Sorry….stupid, its’ stupid, I’ll be fine. I am fine…you can keep going, really.”

Wyatt pulled Silas back into him and shrugged faintly. He wasn't a good dom and most everything about Silas taught him that. He was deteriorating, not getting better. He was starting to just get worse. "No. I don't want it... and you clearly don't want it.. so it's no good.." He smoothed down some of Silas's hair before winding his arm around his shoulders as he hugged him back against him.

Silas sighed and just folded into Wyatt's embrace. He didnt want to care. He didn't want to like the Dom, He didn't want to admit that most days he just wanted to be with Wyatt, that he would and had chose Wyatt over his own brothers, over Cooper. He didn't want any of this...because he knew that the minute Wyatt realized that he might actually care for him, Wyatt would push him away. Most likely Wyatt would run right to Nate. To what was simple, and it killed him that he was going to lose everything, that he wasn't what was simple to the Dom anymore. "I'm sorry" he mumbled, pulling back from the hug after a few moments. "I don't know what's wrong with me..." Silas sniffed a little, trying to save some face, "Thank you though...for...trying...​for." he bit at his lip, "Stopping...I...I can go, I'm sure you don't want me around " he started to move to get up, feeling awkward being so exposed physically and emotionally

Wyatt felt numb when Silas pulled away, trying not to feel like the boy just didn't want to be there with him. "I couldn't keep going.... you didn't deserve it... not when you didn't want it, not- not in my eyes.." He gently stroked Silas's side where he hit him, breathing in. "You've been good. For me, if nothing else... you don't have to go, though," He swallowed, watching Silas move.

Silas felt his chest lurch, wishing he could tell Wyatt everything, but he knew he couldn't. "No...no you're right..I..I should have told you to stop myself. I should have safeworded or something.." The thought made him think of Jeff, of James of all the other times a Dom had hurt him because he was too stupid to safe word, but not Wyatt. He raised his eyes looking over the football players face and seeing something he'd never really seen before, "You...you're a good Dom Wyatt..and a good friend..I..I'm sorry for being so whiney and making you deal with it" he got up to his feet, turning back at the invitation, "You want me t-....I...I have to go see Jeff, I'm supposed to sub for him and I think I'm almost late already but....I could come back? If you want..."

Wyatt watched Silas get up to his feet and breathed out. "Oh. Jeff... Sub? I'm not sure you're in the right mindset for that, sweetheart, but maybe if he's going to not be violent with you, at least... you could come back..?" He looked at the clock dubiously and looked at Silas. "If he hasn't ordered you for the night, I suppose you could..."

Silas nodded, feeling odd and crossing the room to pull his clothes back on as Wyatt spoke. Pants half on, he froze. /sweetheart?/ When did Wyatt ever call anyone that, let alone him? But Silas didn't react, he liked it too much and didn't want to acknowledge it and make Wyatt never say it again. "I...I'll be fine. I don't know what he wants with me honestly. Pretty sure I can take him if I have to though" he threw Wyatt a little smirk, trying to show he was alright, even if he wasn't. "He never really said...just told me to go there...I dont want to stay there. I won't stay there...not anymore. So I'll come back here, and I'll make this all up to you.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow at 'Pretty sure I can take him if i have to' wondering what he meant by that, but he just leaned back against his couch. "Well. Try not to get yourself punched, and... if I see you, I'll see you." He nodded faintly. "You don't have anything to make up to me." He frowned softly and rubbed a hand over his face. "Just take care of yourself, yeah?" He shrugged his shoulders at him, trying to pass it off as a casual remark even if he didn't want Silas to be hurt.

Silas felt his shoulders slump a bit as Wyatt started already to revert back a bit to his grumpier version. "You'll see me. I won't stay there..." Silas tugged on the rest of his clothes and shoved his feet in his shoes before leaning over the back of the couch, stretching his body over and reached out to pull Wyatt's head back to look up at him, "I'll be fine. I'll always be fine." He wanted to lean down and kiss him, but he decided against it, just offering a little smile.

Wyatt tipped his head back when Silas leaned over and pulled his head back. Wyatt's clear green eyes searched his face a moment before he pulled Silas down for a kiss for a few moments before pushing him back a little. "Better be." He swallowed and rolled his neck once he was released, picking himself up to sit on the couch properly now instead of up against it as he had scooted back into once Silas stopped leaning on him.

Silas smirked against Wyatt's lips, happy for the kiss and almost unable to return it through his smile. "I'll be back, k?" he said and ran his hand through Wyatt's hair before straightening up, "Don't miss me too much" he quipped, feeling a little better already as he walked out the door, not waiting for a response and closing the door behind him.