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A/N: I wrote this when I reached 10K reads, evidently. I don't like it. You'll probably see why. Feel free to pretend this never happened.

~ Mikael ~

"Mikky," I hear Elija murmuring in my ear, before feeling him kissing me on my lips. "Wake up."

I hum in response and tilt my head up to ki—

What? The moment I move my body, I feel that my hands are tied. To the bed... My hands are tied to the fucking bed! I try to pull them free and yell, "Elija, what the fuck?! Why—"

He shushes me with a smirk on his face, which makes me want to punch it off, but well... you see, my hands are kind of useless.

"You should have listened to me," he says smugly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

One of his eyebrow rises. "You know what."

I stare at him until it dawns on me. "Du ditt mytologiska jävla MISSTAG! Jävla helvetes fan dra åt fanders, du din SATMARA. You are not doing this!"

"I love when you speak Swedish to me," he coos, while running his hand down my bare chest, slowly shoving the sheets off in the process.

I wriggle around, trying to get free, while grunting,"Getpung i fanskapets fittliljor förbannade avskumsbyracka... Dra åt helvete."

"Now, Mikael, it's not nice to tell someone to go to hell."

It's when he lays his hands on my legs that I realize he didn't tie those down. I quickly hook one of my legs around Elija and turn my body sideways, so he flips over and falls off the bed. Ha! Didn't see that coming, did you?

"Ah, you sneaky bastard," he chuckles, climbing back onto the bed, but I'm already holding my legs up, ready to kick him. They're my only weapon. When he makes a move to come closer to me, I shoot my foot forward to hit him in the gut, but he moves away at the last second, making only my toes brush past his stomach. He grins in victory.

"Elija, just stop! Untie me, for fuck's sake."

"No."

"You think you're still gonna be able to fuck me after I kick you in the balls?"

"Hey, don't go for the balls! I need those to make children."

I snort. "You're dating a dude, if you haven't noticed. Besides, you, with kids? I don't think you'd make a very good father."

"Yeah, you're right. I don't want kids. But I still need my balls! And I need to tie down your legs, too, apparently." He turns around and walks towards the closet on the other side of the room.

"What the hell did you even use—" I turn my neck in a nearly impossible angle to see my hands tied to the bed with... "Really? Socks?"

"I couldn't find anything else, okay? It's not like I have a bunch of BDSM shit lying around."

I start laughing and he holds up another pair he just got out of the closet. "Shut up, or I'll shove these in your mouth."

I sigh. "Eli, if you wanna fuck me, just come here a—"

"No, you keep—"

"—and just fucking untie my fucking hands!" I thrash around again, yanking at the socks to get them to loosen up. They're a soft material, so they should be able to slide right off my skin, right? Unfortunately, the knots are too tight, and I give it one final yank, before giving up with a grunt.