<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans"><b>Disclaimer: Maybe not so warm and fuzzy. Read at your own risk. Will contain the proceedings of a very unhealthy relationship, if you can even call it that.</b><br/>
<b>Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, non-con, forced domestication, and likely many others.</b><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">If someone asked the Dayton boys about their upbringing, the stories would be two different things, seen from two different perspectives. Both would admit that their parents were lacking, but Eliot, the older brother, certainly coped better. The reason being, mainly, he didn't have the overwhelming need for approval and attention his brother David did. Their mother was a woman who lacked certain coping skills, and Eliot was the easy one. He picked up on her moods and would busy himself with even the most meaningless task to appease her. David was seen as the needy one, and his mother didn't have the capability to deal with the constantly nagging little person, not when her other boy was just so good. David often heard the phrase, “Why can't you just be more like Eliot?” To a boy like him, that was devastating, and it paved the way for his stark fear of disapproval. Their father, at first, really wasn't a big presence. He was simply the man that sat in the recliner after work and controlled the television. Eliot enjoyed the freedom and independence. David found the environment cold and was absolutely certain there was something wrong with him.<br/>
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When the boys started school, Eliot flourished. David was socially awkward, and even then, wasn't awarded approval by his peers, much less affection. He'd became resentful of Eliot, who had all these people around him when he didn't even truly care for it. What had he done to deserve such things? This was where his anger started budding, and the boys had a rocky relationship through school, constantly fighting with one another. There was one instance that Eliot regretted to this day, but he was much too proud to admit to. It was when David had managed to make a friend, and maintain one. His obsession was obvious, but the family simply took that for eagerness at finally having a friend. That was until Eliot had caught the boys playing a rather inappropriate game together. Eliot had always had his suspicions, but to see it plainly made him angry. He saw homosexuality as a weakness. That was how he had been raised. And so, when he returned home that evening, he made sure to tell his father about his 'faggot' brother.<br/>
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Eliot had no idea this one incident could change things so drastically. His father was angry. Very angry. He now looked at David, instead of ignoring him, but what now seemed to be permanently etched into his father's face could be described as nothing else but disapproval. Something that David truly hated to be reminded of. This only fueled his mother's flippant comments about the good son. David, still to this day, did not know what his father had said or done to the boy his brother had caught him with, but the family up and moved. David never saw him again. He only imagined different circumstances of what exactly happened, but never would ask his father.<br/>
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That was when the aggression started. Withdrawing no longer worked for him. It was too much to go home to the disapproval, but to see it in the face of strangers and students was the final straw. His actions were usually hard to predict, and sometimes a comment, depending on his mood, was simply ignored and brushed off. Sometimes, however, pure fury overtook him, and he simply could not control himself. The first few fights had looked like any normal brawl between male teenagers. The last ones, though, scared Eliot himself. David was fighting for blood now, so fast was his growing violent streak. He wanted those that thought them better than he was to understand that all it would take was a simple act, and everything could change. They would be just as ugly as he was. Eliot tried to keep him from trouble, and the boys started on the road to repairing their turbulent relationship. Nothing was said about the boy that was sent away, and David kept his desires to himself. David starting looking to Eliot, for example, learned to act like him when he could control himself. Tried to be more like the good son. No matter what he did, however, throughout his childhood, his father forever saw him as the 'faggot' son, and his mother the 'nagging' one.<br/>
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David branched off on his own at the first chance he got, and as an adult started a job in journalism. He had always been good with words, and journalism was something he could focus on. He liked the control of being able to make his readers feel what he wanted. He found himself twisting certain stories, trying to make people feel bad when they should be feeling good, or vice-versa. His boss, of course, didn't like this. And well, he made quite a mess of him. That was the first murder his brother had helped him cover up. He found great humor in writing his boss' own story, painting a picture of him in a rather poor light. It made him feel at least momentarily satisfied with himself. Eliot made it clear that David needed to be more careful with his violence. More discreet, but he didn't judge his brother. He had made the mistake once already and learned from it. Instead, he tried to help him because he knew that he would lose him completely if Dave sensed any sort of rejection from him.<br/>
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David learned, and took his brother's words to heart. He put the charm to use and really panned out his identity in normal society. He was good at his job, not necessarily loved by anyone, but well-liked. Of course, there were times when Dave could not control himself, but he learned right away that he had to be clever about it. He tried to keep himself from scenarios he knew were going to make him angry in front of large crowds of people, but when he knew he could get away from it, he personally sought out certain stimulants, and let his emotions run rampant. All it took sometimes was a small look of discontent directed his way, that David blew way out of proportion because all he could see was his father's angry face in place of theirs. Sometimes he turned to clever words to allow them a false sense of security, but other times, if he happened to catch the person alone, Dave showed them another side of himself.<br/>
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David didn't think at first, that he had the capability of getting involved in another relationship. Most women reminded him of his mother, and he realized that he hated her more than his father. She had ostracized him for the goodness he once was. The tender boy, who simply wanted attention. His father rejected him later in life. He thought homosexuality was a mental illness. His father was simply restating what he had heard. It was less personal.<br/>
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David, however, was not without his learned charms. He was witty, and he simply approached as if he was writing, picking an emotion he wanted someone to feel about him, and doing all he could to make it happen. He got better at this with time, but the relationships barely scratched the surface. David always starting a relationship like an obsession, one he had been long denied. This often scared people away, and if not that, his volatile moods did. Dave was indeed a darkening cloud, always threatening storm.<br/>
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By the time David turned thirty, he was burnt out by all these emotions he felt were thrust upon him. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to hide in his apartment, with his normal boyfriend, and do normal people things. He was starting to feel like this would never happen.<br/>
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That was until he saw him.<br/>
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David first had seen the model on the cover of a magazine on his way to work. He'd purchased it, and sat in his apartment later that evening, opening to the full page spread of the stunning young man, and imagining what it would be like having someone like him around. He found himself giving him his own identity without knowing any solid information about him. What he would like to eat, what he would cook. What he would dress in casually when he didn't have a camera pointed at him. Normal people things that someone might know intimately about another.<br/>
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He had never counted on running across him in real life. New York was a busy place, even if David usually wasn't participating in it. Upon seeing him though, he knew he had to do something. In his eyes, he was certain that stunning young man had to be perfect in every way. He would be just as he imagined him, and he didn't give any thought at all to the disappointment he was setting himself up for.<br/>
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Dave was wearing pressed slacks and a crisp white shirt tucked into his pants with a dark leather belt. His hair was groomed, and his beard trimmed neatly, and he looked every bit the part of a put together if a bit older working man. David would guess perhaps a ten years difference, but at a younger age, David would not have had been able to pull himself together to approach such a lovely beauty after his run in central park. He approached him after he paused to cool down, his steps confident, his expression warm.<br/>
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“I'm Marcus,” he spoke, extending his hand towards the younger man, using his middle name. “I don't suppose I could tempt you into coffee? Perhaps lunch? It isn't every day I find myself so distracted.” And this much was true. At least not usually pleasantly so. Typically, he was warring with himself reasons as to why he shouldn't lash out and scrape his keys across someone’s pretty face, but right then, he was feeling calm and relaxed. They stood at very nearly the same height, and Dave found he enjoyed that very much.<br/>
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