Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Six

(Emmett's Point Of View) --There is sexual content in this chapter, I had a friend help me out because I am inexperienced with smut like situations -.-"--

"God. Why are you so heavy" I grumbled using one arm to open the door and kick it shut behind me.

"I work out that's why" He grimaced letting his hand free from my shoulder to grab hold of the bannister.

"Yeah Yeah. I would if I wasn't always busy" I rolled my eyes helping him the rest of the way up the stairs. "Where's your room?" I asked scanning over the multiples doors across the walls.

"Just here." He grunted pushing off of the bannister to stumble to the door closest to the stairs.

"I really need to clean it up though" I pointed to the steadily bleeding wound seeping through his shirt.

"First aid kit in my bookcase" He pointed over to the big wooden bookcase sitting near the window.

"Just don't die yet" I scowled walking over to the bookcase to slip the white box out from between a few of the books before jogging over to him to sit it down on the bed.

"It was holy water, stings like a son of a bitch" He hissed pulling up the bottom of his shirt peeling it away from the deep red slash across his side oozing dark red blood.

"Yeah I know, I got nicked by the bastard" I brushed my hand across the small cut over the side of my throat pulling the lid off of the box.

"Are you okay?" He frowned leaning forward to touch the cut, I immediately swatted his hand away.

"I'm fine, just stop moving." I scolded holding a large piece of gauze to the wound "I'm gonna have to antiseptic it" I rummaged around in the box to find the bottle of antiseptic.

"Ugh, Are you intentionally trying to torture me?" He winced cringing under the soaked gauze sponging away at the wound until the blood was slowly starting to stem and I could see the full extent of the injury.

"Good news, you don't need stitches" I laughed fishing through the box to find a sticky gauze and patch it over the wound sticking it down over his skin "Piece of cake" I smirked neatly placing the supplies back into the box and returned it to its place.

"Thanks, But now I have a ruined shirt" He huffed unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it into the laundry hamper.

"No biggie, I'm sure people like you have plenty" I rolled my eyes flopping down onto the bed next to him studying his bare torso until I stopped at the pentagram branded over his collarbone "Hey Lucien." I touched his arm and he turned to look at me in confusion, I leaned forward and forced my lips onto his reaquianting myself with those godlike lips that were almost toxic and taunting me to taste them some moreq, Lucien hadn't reacted at first before he pressed harder into my lips forcing his tongue into my mouth moving his hands up to shove me onto my back crawling onto my hips to invade my mouth with that wicked tongue of his dragging his hands over the waistcoat and tore it open.

"Oh god. Don't just sit there" I groaned throwing the waistcoat off impatiently yanking him down into my lips fumbling for the buttons of my shirt, damn these god damn dress shirts being so hard to get off. Lucien rolled his eyes in annoyance pushing my hands away and tore open my shirt sending buttons clattering onto the floor.

"Now we both have ruined shirts" He grinned wickedly raking his hands up my stomach to bury his mouth in my neck "You're scared? I can feel you trembling" He lifted his head to frown at me worriedly.

"Oh that, It's just that it's the first time that it wasn't forced onto me" I mumbled averting my gaze from his face.

"I'm sorry, I was entirely at fault" He sat up fully getting off of me entirely and I groaned internally at the loss of contact.