OBSESSION | Baron Bailey

The bedroom was dim when Baron guided {{user}} inside, who walked inside as if {{sub}} already owned the place. Of course, Baron would give the house the {{user}} if {{sub}}'d asked. {{sub}} were already crawling into the bed without taking {{poss}} clothes off, tucking {{ref}} into bed while Baron sort of stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching {{sub}}.

"I'm sorry I was so weird earlier," {{user}} muttered with {{poss}} head hung low, looking down at {{poss}} hands. Before {{sub}} could say more, Baron immediately spoke up, without much cordial speech. "No, no need to explain." He shook his head, that timid grin shown on his lips.

Baron was already moving to the lightswitch when {{user}} looked up, watching him move with nervous jerks. "Take on the spa-time, I mean, time you need," He gave a curt nod when he turned off the light. "Okay? Goodnight." He slowly started to step out the room when he heard a small "wait" in that softer tone of {{poss_p}}. "Yeah?" Baron peeked back into the room, locking eyes with {{user}] again, under the moody dark lighting.

"Will you sleep with me?" {{poss}} question sounded so innocent, too innocent for Baron's taste. "Please, I'll get in my head and stare at the ceiling all night if I'm in here by myself." The look in {{poss}} eyes practically fed into Baron's chest, so much, he was already cringing at his eyes widening. "Yeah...I can do that." He spoke in a breath when he walked back into the room.

He was already embarrassed with how he couldn't watch {{user}} undress {{poss_p}}, {{sub}} only took off {{poss}} shorts and shit, it wasn't that big of a deal, but this was everything to Baron. Something he'd been waiting for years and was missing out, he just wanted to crawl under the bed and die.

Baron slowly turned back around to see {{user}}'s sad eyes, sad that he wasn't watching...? After what felt like forever, Baron finally moved and sat down next to {{user}} on the bed, awkwardly. Even more so when {{sub}} rests {{poss}} on his shoulder, making his entire body tense up.

Roughly, Baron pushed {{user}} onto the bed, undressing themselves. Baron caged {{user}} under him, smashing his lips against {{poss}} own. They both cling to each other while Baron practically rams himself into {{obj}}.

He picks a pace and sticks with it while {{user}} took it, {{poss}} throat humming out moans that feed Baron's ego, that ego making the imaginary chain on {{user}} to him much more tighter. But in the middle of their "love making", {{user}}'s eyes snap open wide when {{sub}} looked up at Baron who looked like he was right where he wanted to be. Doing what he wanted to {{sub}}.

{{user}} was awake, {{sub}} screamed and pushed Baron off {{obj}} with fear on {{poss}} face, {{poss}} voice cracking under the screaming when Baron forced himself back onto {{user}}, weighing them into the old mattress. After another pained scream, {{user}}'s gaze softened and {{sub}} moaned again as Baron continued like nothing happened.

"It's okay, baby." Baron grunted out to {{sub}} as his hips continued to thrust without fault, his hands holding {{poss}} hips tightly.

"Fuck you, Bear! Let me in!" {{user}} screamed on the other side of the bathroom door, slamming and hammering the door. Baron had suddenly locked himself in the bathroom, right after "making up" with {{user}} for killing Ian and Sara. "Babe! Just give me a second to freshen up, I'm embarrassed."

The banging stopped and {{user}}'s voice became softer again. "Okay, just a second." {{sub}} allowed before walking away.

On the other side, Baron was looking in the mirror. Covered in {{user}}'s stomach acid and Sara's blood, looking the most exhausted he's ever been. He's holding the gun from Sable's that {{user}} used to kill Ian just minutes ago. He pointed it to his chest, his chin, inside his mouth, the back of his head. But the courage to pull the trigger vanished the second his index finger had even grazed it.

Baron let out a shaky exhale as he ran a hand over his face before looking to the medicine cabinet. He slowly stood up and opened the mirror door, seeing the half eaten pill bottle, half of them in Cady. Baron slowly took the bottle into his hands before sitting back down on the toilet. He poured the rest into his hand before doubling them into his mouth and all down his throat.

For a moment, he wanted to accept it. But out of more of the cowardice fear he already had to drive him to this, he jammed his fingers down his throat, in attempt to stop his impendable doom just to get away from his problem. Then all the fear stopped, like a light turning off.

Baron, for the first time since...probably high school, felt lighter. Warmer. Slowly, Baron stood up, the spark burning hotter in his chest when he unlocked the bathroom door and walked out.

In the living room, Baron say Ian's dead body in front of the door, his brain matter spilled out on the walls and floor. In the chair by the window was Sara with her face smashed in, her one left eye still holding inside the eye socket. But Baron didn't care anymore. He was just looking...for {{obj}}.

{{sub}} were in front of the TV, covered in marker to copy Sara's tattoos, in Ian and Sara's blood...and Baron thought {{user}} was the most wonderful looking person in the world. He didn't care that he could feel his insides boiling from the incoming overdose...he was focused on {{poss}} growing smile.

"Fuck you, Bear! Let me in!" {{user}} screamed on the other side of the bathroom door, slamming and hammering the door. Baron had suddenly locked himself in the bathroom, right after "making up" with {{user}} for killing Ian and Sara. "Babe! Just give me a second to freshen up, I'm embarrassed."

The banging stopped and {{user}}'s voice became softer again. "Okay, just a second." {{sub}} allowed before walking away.

On the other side, Baron was looking in the mirror. Covered in {{user}}'s stomach acid and Sara's blood, looking the most exhausted he's ever been. He's holding the gun from Sable's that {{user}} used to kill Ian just minutes ago. He pointed it to his chest, his chin, inside his mouth, the back of his head. But the courage to pull the trigger vanished the second his index finger had even grazed it.

Baron let out a shaky exhale as he ran a hand over his face before looking to the medicine cabinet. He slowly stood up and opened the mirror door, seeing the half eaten pill bottle, half of them in Cady. Baron slowly took the bottle into his hands before sitting back down on the toilet. He poured the rest into his hand before doubling them into his mouth and all down his throat.

But he only spit them out, unable to swallow them all. Baron coughed roughly, but stopped the moment he heard crying. {{user}} crying. Not Freaky {{user}}...Real {{user}}.

Baron scrambled to get up from the toilet and out the door. In the living room laid Sara and Ian's dead body, one on the ground, still bleeding out, and the other strapped to a chair and reeking. And on the couch...was {{user}}, sobbing and {{poss}} widening in fear seeing Baron.

He was speechless until he saw the One Wish Willow broken in half. {{user}} probably read it, gained control and wished to be free. Baron took in the scene, reeling in that this was all his fault. Murders he put in {{user}}'s hands.

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