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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Richard_Brook/Jim_Moriarty, Richard_Brook/Severin_Moran
  Character:
      Richard_Brook, Severin_Moran, Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Rape, Forced_blowjobs, i_dont_know_how_to_end_this
      so_it_just_stops
  Series:
      Part 10 of Daddy
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-28 Words: 1830
****** Cold ******
by orphan_account
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was December. The world was cold and rainy, nearly snowing but not quite.
Jim said it was a warm winter but it was still winter and winter was cold.
"Bunny, come keep me warm," Jim said, leaning on the doorframe. Richard jumped,
he'd been trying to pick out his clothes for his date with Severin tonight.
They were going to the movie even though Richard and everyone else knew that
this just meant Richard falling asleep on Severin's shoulder and Severin
suffering through a shitty movie just to hold Richard while he slept.
Richard coughed and recovered, wringing his hands.
"Daddy, I need to get dressed," he said quietly, taking a small step backwards.
He knew this look. He knew he was going to have to do what daddy said today.
"You are dressed," Jim replied smoothly and stepped forward, lifting Richard up
off the ground by his underarms, a hand sneaking down to cup his arse and
support him. Richard whimpered and pressed his face into Jim's neck, smelling
him. It used to comfort him but now he was thirteen and grown up and it just
made him afraid. It's what his bad dreams smell like.
"No but… For Severin," Richard protested weakly, wishing Jim would just put him
down.
"He'll think you look gorgeous," Jim said, "I already think you do."
Richard blushed and tried to hide his face in Jim's neck again.
"Is Sebby home?"
"I hope not," Jim muttered, then said so Richard could properly hear him, "I
don't think so."
Richard tried not to be afraid. Jim was just trying to be good but he was
holding Richard toot tightly and not letting him breathe. They were buried
under blankets now. Usually Richard liked being under the blankets where no one
could see but not when he was overheating in Jim's minty breath and could feel
his father's erection pressing up against his back.
Richard was scared. He was cold under the blankets even though he could feel
sweat beading on his forehead.
Daddy kissed him first. He tasted like mint. Mint mouthwash but not mint
toothpaste and under that he tasted like something else. Like the bit of you
that you can never scrub away, no matter how hard you try. Jim's taste and
scent was like cinnamon, but not. How it stung and burned but was still sweet
and bitter.
Richard whimpered and tried not to be too scared as daddy's hands touched his
stomach and his chest. Daddy took his shirt off of Richard and Richard was glad
he wasn't wearing a jumper because then it would be harder to get the clothes
off.
The fabric of daddy's suit was warm and rough against Richard's bare skin and
the sheets were soft. Daddy was still kissing him when his trousers and pants
went away too. He was naked under the blankets. Daddy left Richard alone.
He was able to bring his thoughts back together now. He knew that he wasn't
supposed to be this sad, to feel this scared. He felt like he did when he
thought about his first few years with Jim. He was thirteen years old and had a
boyfriend named Severin whose real last name was Rogers but liked to call
himself Moran because his mum had kicked him out and he was living with
Sebastian now. He was Richard and not Bunny right now, how mother was dead and
sometimes he had nightmares that made him so scared that he threw up.
When Jim came back all of Richard's mental progress left and he was back to the
simple eight year old he was when mummy had died. The child who only wanted to
make daddy happy, who didn't care about himself, the kid who didn't know it was
wrong to think about daddy's cock. He was so sick.
"Oh, bunny," daddy said and laughed at him. "Look at you. Have I really
triggered you that much already?"
Richard nodded even though he didn't realize what exactly he was agreeing to.
Daddy laughed at him again and sat next to him on the bed, pulling the blankets
back to reveal the rest of Richard's naked body. He was so small…
"C'mon, love, lie on your stomach. We've done this before, you know what to
do," daddy ordered and Richard swallowed, closing his eyes. He knew he had to
breathe and relax while daddy touched him with his fingers so it wouldn't hurt
as much when he touched Richard with his cock.
Daddy's hands were always cold when he put them inside Richard but they weren't
rough today and that was good. Richard was shivering by the time daddy said he
was done and started taking off his own clothes.
"I'm cold," Richard said and burrowed under the blankets. Daddy laughed at him
and burrowed under with him. He was naked now and Richard could see his penis
was red and hard and leaking a little bit at the tip.
"I'll keep you warm," daddy said. "C'mon, bunny, up on your knees. You can do
it."
Richard swallowed and moved up onto his hands and knees, his arms shaking so he
could barely keep himself up. Daddy ran his hands over Richard's shoulders and
pushed into him slowly, moaning softly. It felt gross and sticky to have daddy
inside of him. He didn't like feeling like this, he thought it would have
stopped when he were thirteen.
Daddy started fucking him. Richard knew the difference between fucking and the
other thing that people did. Fucking hurt. Fucking was when daddy grabbed
Richard's hair in his hands and called him a slut. Fucking was when daddy's
hands bruised. This was fucking.
Richard closed his eyes and ignored the words, daddy used to be so much nicer.
He ignored the pain and tried to stop from remembering when daddy's fingers
were only gentle and never hurt.
"Ride me," daddy said and flipped them over so Richard was straddling him.
"C'mon, bunny, you've done it with Rin. Do it. Fuck yourself on me."
Richard felt sick in his stomach but rolled his hips anyway. He closed his eyes
again and tried to just breathe. He wanted to say the he didn't want to, that
Severin would be here any minute, their movie was starting soon but he didn't.
He was a good boy. He would be good for daddy, even if it hurt. Maybe then
afterwards daddy would be nice to him again.
Richard bounced as best he could, listening to daddy's noises, trying to make
them louder and better so he knew daddy would come soon. Then he could just
rinse off and leave and go with Severin and they'd see their shitty movie and
maybe have dinner and go find a bookstore or a coffee shop or anything.
He felt a hand on his shoulder that he knew wasn't daddy's because daddy's
hands were on his hips and he was pushed back. Richard opened his eyes then
whimpered, moving to crawl away but nearly falling off the bed. He slid off of
it anyway, onto the cold hardwood floor and crawled under the bed, away from
all the yelling and fighting he heard.
That was Severin's voice. He'd probably tried to save Richard. He wasn't
supposed to do that.
He sounded like Sebastian when he talked to daddy. 'Jim you're so sick' and
'he's just a child' and 'why are you doing this to him?'.
Jim always answered the same way.
"He's my son so fuck off."
Richard wished he didn't know what it sounded like when someone got punched.
The bed above him shifted and bounced and he saw Severin's knees hit the floor
next to him. Daddy whispered to him and then there was choking noises. Richard
crawled to the other side of the bed, the one away from Severin's knees and
poked his head up over the mattress to see what was going on. He didn't like
it.
He grabbed a blanket daddy wasn't sitting on and curled up under the bed,
ignoring the way Severin choked and sometimes tried to cry out but couldn't and
ignored the way daddy sounded, like he was feeling so good. Then he gasped and
moaned loudly and Richard knew that noise. When it was over daddy whispered
again and Severin's head hit the floor. Richard covered his head with the
blanket.
Daddy left. Severin sat on the bed.
"Come out, bunny," he whispered into the empty room. Richard took a deep breath
and crawled out from under his bed, looking at Severin with big, scared eyes.
Severin's hair was mess and there was a little bit of come on his chin. Richard
crawled forward and wiped it off with the blankets that was around his
shoulders.
"I'm s-sorry," Richard said and tried to ignore the tears dripping down his
face. "Th-that you h-had to see that and y-you tried to save me you d-didn't
have to." Richard sniffed.
"Do you want help getting dressed?" Severin asked. His voice sounded raw.
Richard hoped his throat wasn't bleeding.
Richard nodded and let Severin dress him with gentles fingers, pressing kisses
to the places where Jim's hands had bruised. Richard was starting to feel like
himself again.
"I wanna go live with you and Sebby," he said when he was dressed. "I don't
like it here."
Severin looked like he might cry. He just held Richard close to his chest and
kissed the top of his head.
"It's alright," he croaked. "Let's just watch whatever is on telly."
Richard nodded and followed Severin into the living room, sitting on his lap
under a blanket. The flat was still freezing cold.
"Were you scared?" Richard asked suddenly. "When Jim…"
Severin looked at him and swallowed. He nodded and didn't say anything else,
just held Richard closer, trying to fight away the cold, inside and out. Like
Richard could make it stop hurting if he just held tight enough. Richard wished
it were true, that he could make it stop but he was more helpless than Severin
was.
Sebastian got home when the movie was half over and sat on the couch next to
them.
"Jim called," he said. "Said you were misbehaving."
Severin laughed very, very loudly and startled Richard. It took a moment to
quiet down. He retightened his grip on Richard.
"Walked in on them," Severin just wheezed and started laughing again. Richard
knew it was so Severin wouldn't cry.
"Oh," Sebastian said. "I'm supposed to punish you."
"You could punish us by forcing us to eat popcorn," Richard suggested and
giggled. Sebastian sighed a bit dramatically, kissing each of the boys on the
forehead then left out the door again.
Severin and Richard stared at each other then went back to the movie. Richard
wondered if what he and Jim did hurt Sebastian. He hoped it didn't. He didn't
want to hurt Sebastian anymore than he already was hurting.
End Notes
     I just realized I have neglected to mention on any of my works that I
     do indeed have a tumblr, it's bunnybrook.tumblr/com if anyone is
     interested
     I'd also like to say sorry for not writing much recently I'm sort of
     in a slump and have had my laptop taken away from me for the last six
     weeks. Hopefully I'll be writing more often now.
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