Punk, more or less

Kiss it better.

"First what?" I ask him.

"Well you see, a few days ago I got pretty badly beaten up and I've still got bruises." Michael says, he lifts his sweater over his head. I can't bring myself to look at him, I can't look at what I've done to him.

"Luke, I want you to kiss every single bruise you've made. All of them on me are from you, it's time to face what you've done." Michael says, he didn't sound angry or upset, he actually sounded caring.

"I-I c-can't." I stutter, not wanting to look at him.

"Why not?" He asks.

"I can't look at what I've done to you. I feel so bad, I , p-please." I beg him.

"Do it Luke. You did this to me, this is all I ask in return for all those times you've beat me, and you'll do this every time you beat me after this. You've got a reputation and your image you want to hold up. I'll allow you to hit me, if you promise to kiss it better." Michael tells me, I finally look up at him, scanning his face for any sign of lies.

"But I've been hurting you." I tell him, he nods.

"You're not comfortable being who you really are, I'm ok with that. As long as you'll be yourself when you're alone with me." He tells me, he grabs a hold of my hand and then he stands up, pulling me up with him.

"Start on my back and then we can sit down again." He says, he turns around, making me gasps.

I run my fingers over all the different shades of purple on his back, some faded to yellow. I took a shaky breath and felt a tear run down my cheek at a big bruise at the bottom of his back.

"That one's from the side of my Chem table." Michael says, obviously feeling where my fingers were, Chem, that was yesterday.

"I'm so sorry Michael." I whisper, I leant down and kissed the bruise, then I went higher and kissed all the colored spots that I'd inflicted on him. Once I was done he turned around and sat down on the couch, I sat on my knees on the floor between his legs.

"Don't cry Kitten." Michael says to me, wiping the tears of my cheeks.

"I can't help it, I feel so... I feel like trash." I tell him honestly, there wasn't a feeling to describe the pain and shame I was in right now. I lean closer to him and started kissing down his chest, over my fingerprints on his shoulders from where I'd gripped him and pushed him into lockers, to his ribs where I'd punched him and his stomach.

"I know this doesn't make it better." I whisper, I lean down so now I was sitting on my heels.

"You look so submissive like that kitten, I like it." Michael says, I look up at him and he winks at me, making me blush.

"What kind of pizza do you want?" He suddenly asks me, his phone in hand. After ordering the pizza Michael told me to sit on his lap, so I did. Both of us watched out for the tail so I cuddled up against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down my legs, my neatly shaved and soft legs.

"Do you want to watch a movie Kitten?" Michael asks, I nod and then gasp.

"I need to text my mom!" I scream, getting off of him and running up the stairs. I pulled my phone from my jeans and texted my mom that I was going home with a friend after school to do homework.

I sit down on Michael's bed, nervously waiting for my mom to answer, she would kill me and shave me bold if she found out I skipped school.

Mom: Ok hunny! If you come home limping I'll find out who you were with and Jack and Ben are going to beat this guy up! Even if you wanted it! My son is not a slut! Love you!

I sighed happily and giggled at her, as I walked down the stairs I heard Michael messing around with stuff. Once downstairs I saw he was setting up Netflix.

"Did you text your mom?" He asks me, stepping up to me.

"Yes, she said if I come home limping my older brothers are coming to beat you up. Well they are going to beat up the guy I was with, they don't know it's you." I tell him, he smirks and grabs my ass, making me squeal.

"I wasn't planning on fucking you, just yet." Michael tells me, he pulls me with him to the couch and then sits down, making me straddle him.

"What movie do you want to watch then?" He asks me, his fingers running up and down my thighs.

"I'll watch whatever you want to watch." I tell him, I let my fingers roam over his torso and up to his shoulders, then into his hair.

"I asked you first Kitten." He says, I shrug.

"You're in charge here so we watch what you want to watch." My voice was soft and low, I didn't know why I was trying to be as quiet as possible.

"And as the one in charge, I'm telling you to tell me what you want to watch." He says, a dark glint in his eyes so I looked away from his gaze.

"You pick." I mutter, I scream as he slaps my ass, my hands tugging at his hair.

"Don't disobey me Kitten, now you will tell me what your favorite movie is." He says to me, his hand moves to under my chin and lifts it up so I was forced to look at him.

"It's mean girls, My Lion." I tell him, he smiles and then kisses the top of my head.

"There's a good Kitten, and I like the nick name." He says, I blush as he moves me from his lap and looks for the movie on Netflix.

The doorbell rings, making me jump a little because nobody can see me like this.

AN/ I think Michael's payback method was good, making Luke kiss all the bruises he made ^^ Also, hihhi My Lion (what show is this from??) it also fit well with kitten since Lions are just really big cats basically :p What do you think of the nickname and the payback??