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Tattoos: Chaper Seven

I forgot that I promised I would update later. Whoopsies.

Michael's P.O.V

Luke and Scott shook hands, and that's when shit went down.

Scott nailed Luke in the stomach, making Luke bend over in pain. He sat up straight, but got a punch to the mouth, blood spewing everywhere.

Luke made a comeback, and punched Scott in the eye nose. Scott fell to the ground and Luke got on top. Scott managed to flip them over, so he was on top of Luke.

"Luke! C'mon baby! Get up! You got this!" I yelled. Scott turned to me and eyed me. Smirking, he leaned down to Luke and whispered something in his ear. If that hoe is tryna seduce my Lukey, imma beat his ass personally.

Luke's eyes widened at what Scott said and pulled his knees up to his chest. His feet were flat against Scott's stomach and Luke pushed, sending Scott to the other end of the ring. Luke got up and walked over to Scott, punching and kicking him repeatedly. Scott was knocked out cold, but Luke kept going.

The ref blew his whistle and tried pulling Luke off, but Luke was too strong. He still kept hitting Scott.

I shared nervous glances with Calum and Ashton, before getting up and running over to the ring. I stepped in, and ran over to the ref.

"Just leave him be! I got this!" I said. The ref nodded and stood back. I ran over to Luke and put my hands on his shoulders, leaning down to his ear.

"Luke, baby, it's me, Michael. I need you to stop, okay?" I said. I rubbed at Luke's shoulders and kissed his neck. Luke instantly froze.

"That's it, baby. Just get off him, he's had enough. You already won! We can go back to yours and cuddle all day long," I coaxed. Luke slowly stood up and turned around to face me.

He had a busted lip and his eyes were shades darker. I smiled and kissed his forehead, not minding the sweat.

"Mikey, baby I'm sorry. He said something about you and I just snapped. I'm so, so sorry you had to see that. You're not scared of me, right?" He rambled, pulling me in his arms. I chuckled and wiggled out of his grip.

"One, ew, you're sweaty, don't touch me until you've had a shower, and two, no, I'm not scared. It wasn't you're fault baby," I said, cupping his face in my hands.

Luke nodded and smiled. I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the ring. I lead him to Calum and Ashton and grabbed Luke's bag.

"Hey, I'm going to take Luke home and clean him up. Ashton, is it okay if you take Calum home?" I asked. Ashton nodded and I thanked him. I lead Luke over to his truck and told him to get in the passenger seat.

I drove Luke back to his house and followed him in.

"Alright, let's get you in the shower," I said. I brought Luke up to his bathroom and turned on the water.

"Shower with me, babe?" Luke asked. I nodded and took off my shirt. I checked the water, but jumped when warm hands went around my waist.

"You're so beautiful, Mikey," Luke whispered. I blushed and took off the rest of my clothes, stepping in the shower. Luke followed not long after.

I put some shampoo in my hands before running it in Luke's hair. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning against my shoulder.

I must have tugged on his hair, because Luke let a moan escape his lips. I stopped rubbing and let Luke rinse his hair. I took a shower this morning (just pretend he did) so I didn't need to do anything.

When Luke was done, he looked down at me, a smile on his pretty lips.

"You're gorgeous," He whispered. I blushed.

"I know this might seem really early, but I can't help but feel that I love you. I would do anything for you, Michael. I would die to let you live. I would starve to make sure you eat. I love you, Michael Gordon Clifford," He said. I smiled, tears in my eyes.

"I love you too, Luke Robert Hemmings," I said. Luke smiled and pressed his lips onto mine care, passion, and love clear in it.

Luke moved his lips down to my neck, sucking on it. I moaned, loving his lips on me.

(I wrote this much at like 1 am, but I fell asleep... So it's now 12:19 pm and I'm starving and I have to pee :-( )

"Luke," I panted, pushing Luke off me. I stared into his blue eyes, getting lost in them.

"What is it, baby?" He asked. I cupped his cupped in my hands.

"I'm ready," I whispered, running the pads of my thumbs over his cheeks. I now know that Luke loves me, and I honestly love him too. I know Luke wouldn't hurt me. I want to be his in every way possible.

"You're what?" He asked.

"I'm ready. I want to be yours, Luke. Make me yours," I said. Luke smiled and pressed his lips to mine.

Third Person P.O.V

The boys turned off the shower and quickly dried off. Luke picked up Michael bridal style and brought him over to his bed. Luke laid Michael down gently and got on top on the boy, his hands by his head and his knees on either side of his waist.

Michael leaned up and smashed his lips onto Luke's, his hands gripping the back of his neck. Their lips moved together in sync, and both boys were loving every second of it. Loving each other.

Michael moved his lips to Luke's sharp jawline. He kissed along the slight stubble before sucking on a section of skin.

That night was filled with love, sweat, curse words, moans, and possible noise complaints. Michael woke up with a sore ass, and Luke took great care of him.

As long as they loved each other, they were okay.

The ending sucked. Sowwy.

And Court, if you are reading this, Champagne Kisses is gonna be gREAT!! I'm v excited for it! :-)

I love you my Muke AF kittens!
Love,
Audrey 8=======D