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When Martyn woke up, he made the mistake of opening his eyes, immediately closing them again. He groaned, pain pounding in his head. “Scott..” He complained.
Scott shushed him, “Shh.. you’re so pretty like this..” he felt something tug lightly on his hair, and he knew something was up, he should probably ask what, but…
He groaned again- he felt like shit. “What did y’ do?” He whimpered lightly at the pain in his head- it hurt so bad, oh god.
Scott hummed soothingly, but it didn’t really help with the throbbing headache Martyn had developed. “Don’t worry about it, boo..”
Martyn sighed, he knew he wasn’t gonna get answers until he was well enough for him to properly confront Scott about it.
It was after a while more of sustaining the sensations around him in silence, that Martyn tried to speak up again, “Scott.” His voice was firmer this time, as he opened his eyes, blinking against harsh light.
“None of that.” Scott bonked his head back into his lap, from where Martyn had lifted it trying to see more. Martyn hissed at the pain, and Scott made a sympathetic hum, not meaning to have hit him very hard.
Martyn sighed, now way too aware of the fact he was breathing on Scott’s lap, his face just.. smushed.
“Scott.” Martyn lifted his head up again, slowly. Scott lifted a hand to bonk him down again, but Martyn pulled up a hand to stop him, only to notice his right wrist had one of Scott’s own hands around it.
Martyn grabbed Scott’s other hand with his left one, taking a moment to process things. He was lying on a bed, with his face in Scott’s lap.
He was on Scott’s bed.
“Why am I in your house?” Martyn asked- he could’ve sworn he wasn’t there when he fell asleep. When he fell asleep.. oh.
Yeah, Scott definitely did something.
“My parents aren’t home.” Scott pulled his hand out of Martyn’s grip, and, much more gently this time, brang Martyn’s head closer to him.
“They never are..” Martyn grumbled, and Scott gave him a warning squeeze around his wrist. It was only lightly painful, but either way Martyn instantly apologised, “Sorry.!”
Scott hummed, “It’s okay, be careful what you say next time, ‘Kay?” Martyn nodded, “mmhm. So, what’s going on?”
“I’m hugging you, we’re in bed, we’re here because someone took drugs without me.” Scott gave Martyn’s wrist another squeeze. Oh.
Martyn knew what this was about now.
Not too long ago, Martyn had taken some stuff from the local dealer, he honestly hadn’t cared what it was at the time, nothing too bad. It’d been an impulse decision, so he hadn’t told Scott about it.
But someone else clearly had, and Scott was.. jealous? Mad he did it without him, whatever that meant. But Martyn had done that a while ago, so that wouldn’t explain why he had a headache now, except..
Ah. Scott had definitely somehow slipped him something as a punishment, didn’t he?
“Maybe next time you wanna take something, boo, you tell me first, Kay? Cause I can tell you if you should or not. If you’re having bad headaches maybe that’s cause you made a mistake taking whatever you did?”
Martyn had never mentioned he had a headache. Scott had definitely given him something bad, to tell him off about it. He wanted.. Martyn to ask permission, next time?
“Okay, I’ll ask you next time, ‘m sorry..” Martyn muttered, feeling too shitty to be annoying or fight back.
Scott hummed, “Good, I’ll help you through this, then.. what do you want?” His voice was gentle in the one way Martyn hated- no- despised.
“‘M gonna go home.” Martyn tried to pull away from Scott’s grip, referring to his house- it wasn’t a pleasant place for him, but it was better than when Scott was in a mood like this.
“What do you mean? Martyn, Martyn, you’re already home.” Scott pulled Martyn in, holding him tight, his lips against Martyn’s ear. “There’s no one, nowhere, for you to go but here, with me, where else could be your home? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have one, remember?”
And, ouch, but true. Martyn had phrased that incorrectly. “I know, but I-“
“You’re staying here, with me. I want to make sure you’re okay- you wouldn’t deny that to me, would you?” Scott’s tone was chilling, and- oh god, Martyn couldn’t cope.
It was too good, the way the mental pain digged into him, the pointed words, the twisted meanings.. Scott knew the best way to make him hurt in the worst way- no- the best way- no..
“You’re mine, Martyn, don’t forget that. You were gifted to me, the only good thing to come out of that school, like some sort of offering, just for me, listen. Listen!” Scott snapped his fingers in front of Martyn, demanding all his attention.
“You’re for me, you can’t just leave- you can’t..” Scott’s speech was cut off- oh. oh.
This was one of those moments.
“Scott, I’m not leaving, chill, chill.” Martyn reassured him, pulling him into a hug now, Scott starting to cry in his arms.
Martyn patted Scott on the back, as Scott took a deep inhale between his cries.
Next thing Martyn knew, there was a stone cold grip on him, Scott wasn’t really crying anymore, but the tear tracks are there.
“No leaving.” He insisted, and Martyn nodded, “No leaving.”
Scott gripped him somehow harder, pulling him in, forcing Martyn into a similar position as to before, head on his lap, rest of his body pushed into a laying position on the bed.
Martyn blinked. Scott was insistent on this position as well, then. Scott tapped Martyn’s head again- what was he doing?
“Martyn.” Scott’s tone was completely different now- empty. What was going on? What was with all the shifts?
“Look down at yourself.” Scott’s tone was only slightly gentler now. Martyn looked down and- ah. How hadn’t he noticed?
Scott had somehow, in his sleep, managed to change his clothes- had Martyn really slept that heavily?
“You were like a doll.” Scott mentioned, “So pretty and complacent for me, just lying there, letting me pull you around, accessorise you.” Scott stroked his cheek.
Martyn, from the glimpse he got, was very much ‘dressed up like a doll’ whoch was clearly what Scott was going for. He was now aware of the many pretty layers on him.
Layers of unique white patterns, accessories over accessories, Martyn was ‘pretty’. Something he honestly didn’t really want to be.
Martyn wouldn’t say he was someone who would be described as having ‘toxic masculinity’ but.. ouch, either way.
“Scott-“
“The makeup took a bit, y’know.” Scott hummed. “My intention was the equivalent of one of those stupid ‘sexy’ maid dresses, but I wanted to make you prettier than that, since you’re my offering, couldn’t have you look stupid..”
Scott hummed, “It looks good on you, either way.” He brushed his hand over the fabrics covering Martyn’s arms.
“You look like an angel, boo. Quite the duo, wouldn’t that be? A God and an Angel, if only you dressed fem..” Scott hummed.
Oh, so this would definitely become a reoccurring thing, if Martyn said he hated it Scott would use it as a punishment, and if Martyn claimed he loved it Scott would make it a regular occurrence anyway.
“Scott. You know how I feel about.. yknow.” Martyn muttered, as if that could get him to stop.
Scott hummed, “Oh I know, but still.. you’d look pretty as a girl.”
“Stop.”
Scott sighed, “Okay, fine. I won’t push it much more. But seriously, this skirt is so cute on you!!” Scott tugged lightly at the layered skirt he was wearing, he had some white stockings underneath, and socks because apparently one thing wasn’t enough.
He didn’t ask about the clothes he was originally wearing, because, knowing Scott, he probably burnt them or something, Martyn wouldn’t be getting them back, and it’d just upset Scott to ask.
“I want you to wear this again next time you think you’ve made a mistake, okay?” Scott asked, and Martyn knew it wasn’t optional. He would, for Scott.
“And if you’re struggling to put anything on, then just tell me, I can help you out, okay?” Scott hummed, and went back to fiddling with Martyn’s hair- head?
Martyn didn’t know what Scott was doing up there, but he wasn’t sure he’d want to know.
“Okay…” Martyn muttered, and he became way too conscious of his headache again. He groaned. “Can I go back to sleep?”
“Of course.” Scott replied easily, laying his head down on his lap. “Nap nap time.” He said, and Martyn smelled something before he fell back to sleep.