Title: One Good Reason

Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan

Author web page: Every Generation Has A Legend (http://members.dencity.com/firststep)

Fandom: RPS - Will Young

Categories: Angst, Simon Cowell/Will Young, Will/Rupert, BDSM, non-con

Rating: NC-17

Warning: RPS slash ahead folks. That's Real Person Slash. And BDSM. That's Bondage/Discipline/Sado-masochism - Kinky sex. Oh, and non-con. That's rape. So we have Real person slash, with nonconsensual bondage, with a side helping of incest between twin brothers. Consider thineselves extremely warned.

Thanks to: You, for reading this. Rushlight, as ever, for the beta. William Young, for being so damn attractive. The people behind Pop Idol, for making these adorable men known to the nation. Everyone who voted and made Will the winner - I salute you :)

Disclaimer: William & Rupert Young and Simon Cowell are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in this fic. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.

Summary: When Simon Cowell discovers certain facts regarding Will's love life, he holds in his hands the power to totally control the singer.

One Good Reason

"Well, this is interesting," Simon Cowell pushed himself away from the door frame he'd had been learning on, watching the two men, arms folded across his chest. He shut the door with his foot, and slid the bolt across, locking it.

He strode across the floor, stopping momentarily to look at the young man tied to the bed. The blindfold stopped Will Young from seeing him, Simon knew for a fact. Will's struggles, however, alerted Simon to the fact he'd heard him, the singer's desperate calls muffled behind the gag in his mouth. Simon forced himself away from the bed, moving instead to the bathroom door. He dragged one of the heavy easy chairs over and propped it against the door, effectively locking Rupert in.

A satisfied smile spread over Simon's face as his eyes raked over Will's taut form. The younger man's hands were handcuffed above his head to the headboard, his ankles roped to the bottom corners of the bed. His body was sheened in sweat as he tried to break his restraints, but to no avail. A thick black scarf was wrapped around his eyes as a blindfold, and a too-large ball gag silenced him. A clamp gripped each of his nipples, the two connected by a small gold chain. Another chain trailed down his torso, looping through his bellybutton ring, drawing Simon's eyes to the thick patch of pubic hair, down to Will's red, painfully erect and also bound cock. The second chain ended at a rubber ring clamped around the base of Will's erection, and his balls were wrapped tightly in leather as well.

Quickly and efficiently, Simon stripped, his own arousal obvious at the site of Will laid out before him. The sound of Rupert trying to escape from the bathroom, the sound of flesh hitting wood as he tried to push his way out, was recognized by a small part of Simon's brain, but his main thought was of Will. Wrapping his hand around his erection, Simon pumped twice, not taking his eyes off Will, trying to seat the sight in his mind forever, the sight of Will bound and helpless before him.

His smile widened as he climbed onto the bed, sliding a pillow under Will's hips. He knelt down so that one leg was either side of Will's body, pinning him even further in place, moving ever so slightly, rubbing his cock over Will's. Whimpering into the gag, Will yanked futilely at his bonds, trying to pull away from Simon, who simply laughed at his struggles. Bending forward, Simon pulled the blindfold off Will, kissing him around the gag, tongue dragging over the other man's lips. Will's eyes widened, and he pulled harder at the cuffs, trying to shake Simon off. Reaching up, Simon curled his hands around Will's wrists, keeping them still.

"Don't struggle, the cuffs will hurt, and I don't want your skin broken." He slid his hands back down over Will's body, toying with his clamped nipples. Moaning into the gag, Will tried to pull away, flexing the muscles in his legs, kicking at thin air. "You're probably wondering what's going on, so I'm going to tell you," Simon continued, fingers still stroking slowly over Will's chest. "I'm going to take out that gag, you're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to fuck you."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Will turned his face away, shaking his head.

"No?" Simon rose a questioning eyebrow, his fingers sliding down to the chains lying across Will's body. "I think you will, William." He tugged the chain hard, pulling the clamps, the teeth biting tighter into Will's nipples. Will howled around the gag, tears leaking from behind closed eyelids. Twin fires arced across his chest, his body automatically pulling away from the source of the pain, which only made it hurt more. Simon waited until Will stopped thrashing about before he spoke. "Because if you don't, every tabloid in the country will find out that you're a gay-boy slut who gets off on being tied up and fucked by his twin brother."

Will paled and slumped back on the bed, the fight draining out of him at Simon's threat. He rolled his head back to face Simon, green-blue eyes snapping open and fixing him with an icy stare. Neither man spoke, just stared at each other. The only sound was the wood of the bathroom door starting to give as Rupert repeatedly threw himself against it, calling out to Will and cursing Simon. With a sigh, Will broke eye contact, all but admitting defeat; he knew Simon had him. He couldn't risk this being public knowledge.

"That's a good boy." Simon leaned over Will, the contact rubbing his swollen nipples further, as he unfastened the gag. Will worked the stiffness out of his jaw, stifling a wince as he did so.

"Don't do this, Simon. Please..."

Placing a finger over Will's mouth, Simon shushed him. "From now on William, you call me Mr. Cowell. Understand." Will nodded once, defeat etched across his face. His eyes drifted over to the bathroom door, silently pleading for Rupert to hurry up and break down the door. As if on cue, the door cracked further.

Simon moved from where he sat on Will's stomach, moving up the bound man's body to sit on his chest, erect cock in his face. When Will faltered, not accepting him straight away, Simon reminded him of the consequences.

"Remember, William, if you do exactly as I say your secret stays that way. If you don't..." Simon didn't finish the threat; he didn't have to. Swallowing once, Will opened his mouth, tongue flickering out and experimentally tasting the head of Simon's erection. Salty and sweaty, it tasted both familiar and new, revolting Will.

Damping down his nausea at what he was being forced to do, Will gently sucked in the head, tongue swirling around it, teeth grazing the underside. Each suck took more of the engorged cock into Will's mouth, giving the singer time to adjust. Simon, however, was having none of it, and thrust forward, filling Will's mouth. Will choked, fighting the urge to gag as his throat was
invaded. Breathing through his nose, he managed to calm himself slightly.

Shutting his eyes so that he didn't have to look at Simon, Will resolved himself to having to suck him off, tongue stroking the organ as he slowly increased suction, hollowing his cheeks.

A sharp pinch to a swollen nipple and Will gasped, eyes opening in alarm as he started gagging on Simon's cock.

"Keep your eyes open, William. If I wanted an anonymous blow job I would've gone to a hooker." A fierce red flush spread over Will's cheeks as Simon's words sunk in. "I want to see you. Want to see you pleasuring me."

Loud cracking as another panel shattered in the door made them both jump. Simon pulled away from Will, who took in deep breaths, coughing.

"It looks as though we'll have to move our plans forward, unless of course you want Rupert to watch me fucking your arse." Will shook his head. "No, I didn't think you would."

Kneeling between Will's spread legs, he placed a hand on each of Will's butt cheeks pulled them apart, and pushed his cock in slowly, the muscles quivering around him. As soon as he was past the first ring of muscle, he thrust in fully, balls slapping against Will. Will's body tensed, his head thrown back howling at the pain. Ignoring Will's reaction, Simon pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting in again, setting a punishing pace.

Will's agonized cries pained Rupert as he kicked the remained of the door down, hurling the chair out of the way. Looking over his shoulder at the crash the chair made hitting the floor, the last thing Simon saw was Rupert's fist before everything went black.

He came around a few minutes later, sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed. He sat up gingerly, rubbing his jaw, watching the two men on the bed. Will was curled around Rupert, whose hand was running soothingly through his brother's hair.

Rupert's eyes narrowed when he saw Simon stand. "Get. Out." He hissed, his voice low and deadly, muscles in his arms bunching.

Simon focussed on Will as he fastened his trousers. "I'll see you in my office tomorrow William. 8 am sharp - don't be late, " he warned before sliding back the bolt and leaving the room, shutting the door on the twins who lay silently on the bed, comforted in each other's presence.

**fin**