Falling In His Arms (Malexmale)

Stolen Kiss

*this is what I think Emrick looks like*

Simon's pov
Age-17
Place-guest room

I looked into his eyes and narrowed my own into slits, "wish I could say the same to you." I replied to him. I shut my eyes tight ready for the pain that was sure to come. When it didn't I opened one eye and then the other. I relaxed satisfied that I didn't get smacked only to be slapped in the face. It was a big blow but not enough to knock me down anymore.

I put my hand lightly on my right cheek and spit as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. When I looked up I saw Emrick stiffened. When I opened my mouth to growl at him he took my face and kissed me!

My brain screamed at me to push away, to fight it, do anything! But when I felt the kiss urgent but gentle my body responded otherwise. Sparks were everywhere and Emrick licked my bottom lip wanting entrance. I kept my mouth shut and he bit my lower lip making me gasp and that was enough.

He got entrance and his tongue danced with mine and then finally, reality kicked in. My brain was clearing from the fog he gave me an I pushed away. Emrick, being surprised stumbled back slightly. He chuckled and licked his lips showing blood on his lip. My face scrunched up in disgust, he kissed me for my blood!

I wanted to yell and I wanted to pound his face in. However, I was still weak from the kiss and my lips were deliciously swollen from the stolen kiss. I was more angry at myself for letting him take advantage! 2 years ago I admitted I was gay. So, I liked boys I didn't see the big deal. What WAS a big deal was the kiss.

I couldn't look him in the eye as I whispered, "Don't ever kiss me again." When I did look up he was directly in front of me. His eyes glinted with mischief and darkness. "I didn't feel you pull away." He responded. I bit my lip and turned around. "F-fine don't k-kiss me unless I-I say."

He shrugged at me and chuckled without humor. "Fine, but you'll say soon enough." And with that he guided me out of the throne room. My eyes greedily darted around myself. I looked at every possible escape but my thoughts of escape were shattered quickly. "You can try to run." He said without looking at me and turned another hall. "But you'll com after me." I muttered regrettably. He nodded and looked thoughtful, "I'd also give you...10? No, 15 lashes." He finally agreed with himself.

I shook my head and held onto myself until finally we came to the top of the castle and a small hallway. There was a dark door at the end and two simple brown doors on either side. He took me down this hall and opened the door on the left with a key. He gestured for me to walk in and I couldn't help but let a small gasp leave my lips. The room was black, grey, and white themed.

There was a king sized bed in the middle, a dresser full of clean clothes as well as a closet. There was two doors on the right side and I opened the white door. In that room was a beautiful bathroom!! I looked at the shower with eagerness and then eagerly opened the door next to it. I frowned, it lead to the room at the end of the hall. Emrick glided past me and took his shoes off. That's when it hit me...he had stinky feet! Also, that my room was connected to his!

I fanned the air around my nose, "I understand stink but thats...god." Was all I could say. Emrick looked confused and then rolled his eyes. "Just to let you know your door will be locked, only way out of your room is through mine." He told me. I tried to refrain from screaming and groaning. I didn't want to risk being back in the cell. However, I had to know "why...why are you doing this?" I asked quietly and gestured to my room.

He got and looked at me, "because I keep my enemies close. I don't know what your up to but I will find out boy! There is no way your gonna win this." He said obviously growing angry. I felt so confused and he saw that. Apparently confusion wasn't what he was going for because he slammed me to the ground. I blocked my head from the blow of the thin black carpet. "Sony act innocent scum! It won't work you piece of filth! Get out before I change my mind and kill you know!" He roared at me.

Without a second to lose I got up and ran to my room and closed the door between us. I felt my eyes grow hot but I wouldn't let the tears fall. I survived this long without shedding a single tear.

I looked down at myself and realized, clean clothes and a shower would be heavenly.

The hot water ran down my body and I looked to see the water go black. It was going to take as lot of scrubbing to get this all off. I grabbed the sponge and began scrubbing every inch of my body. It took what felt like hours till I felt clean. I now smelled of cinnamon instead of body odor and dirt. My hair still had knots from being long and never brushed. I got out and wrapped a white towel on my waist and turned off the water.

Finally, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were emerald green with specks of hazel, no doubt my mother's eyes. My body build was lean and I was was skinny, almost to where my bones showed. However, I had some meat but it was a mall muscle. Still, I was smaller than almost ever man here. My muscles weren't hugely built and I moved my hand over the many scars I had gathered. I had a stubble, almost a beard.

I looked around and in the drawers I was thankful to find a razer and I shaved my beard off first. My face was smooth and and I was thankful that my father taught me how to shave when I first became 13. I then grabbed scissors and roughly cut my hair. It was long but just short enough to have all the not out. My hair was medium brown, with somewhat blonde and I knew I got that from my father. Shook my head at the thoughts of him and put on my clothes.

The soft cotton material of my red shirt felt amazing on my skin. The grey sweatpants made me feel like life was almost normal. Until Emrick barged into my room and looked me up and down. "Well well well who knew that under all the grim there was a man."

I balled up my fists and then released them too tired to fight back. He realized this and leaned against the door entrance. "You will have dinner with me at 8 sharp, a maid with escort you there." He said to me. I opened my mouth to reject even after my stomach growled at the thought of food.

He held up a finger to silence me, his dark eyes challenging me, "I will have you beat if you are late or simply not there." And once again the door was shut. I felt my anger boil as I threw the closest thing to me. It was a vase and it smashed against the white wall. My whole life was built on nothing but orders and beatings! Nothing was ever going to change, I hated him! Every fiber of my being hated that lorde!

Even as I fumed, I knew that was not completely true. In the back of my mind the kiss was still there and a little part of me yearned for more. I hated feeling that part, he stole that kiss from me and I hated that it left me wanting more.