Tainted Love

"You're leaving me?" said Trevor, a low growl in his voice.

Lennon gave a small nod, taking another nervous step backwards.

Trevor grabbed Lennon's wrists roughly, holding them tight. "You can't leave me."

"Y-Yes I can..." Lennon said, trying to pull his hands away.

Trevor shook his head. "You're mine."

"No...I'm not." Lennon said, trying harder to pull away, trying not to look scared.

Trevor tightened his grip, smirking a bit. "Will said you'd be a difficult one to control."

"W-Will?" Lennon asked, freezing, a scared look on his face for a second before he hid it again.

Trevor nodded, his smirk growing. "He's an old friend of my dad's."

Lennon whimpered quietly, quickly trying to pull away again.

Trevor shook his head, tightening his grip more, his nails going into Lennon's skin.

"Let me go." Lennon said, flinching slightly at the pain.

"No," said Trevor firmly.

"Let me go Trevor." Lennon said, not sounding scared this time.

"Make me," Trevor challenged, eyes narrowing.

Lennon frowned, looking down at Trevor's hands, trying to pull his hands free of Trevor's again.

"C'mon, weakling," said Trevor. "I'm barely holding on."

"I'm not weak!" Lennon snapped, pulling his hands away, flinching slightly as Trevor's tight grip made his nails cut into Lennon's wrists.

"Took you long enough," Trevor said, rolling his eyes.

"You should listen then instead of being an ass!" Lennon snapped, annoyed.

Trevor rolled his eyes.

"What?" Lennon asked, folding his arms.

"You're such a child," said Trevor. "They were right about you Pascal's."

"I'm not." Lennon said, forcing himself not to respond to the comment in his family.

"Yes you are," said Trevor. "Just like your dear old daddy."