A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

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a/n; Michael Hood or Calum Clifford?

When I wake a while later, my ass hurts. I let a groan become of my voice as I roll over, my arms flopping around like its nothing until I come to a realization that the bed I was occupying was now empty. My head shot up and I looked around until I spotted him facing a desk, his back to me as he fiddled something on the oak table. So I lay on my chest with the fluffy blanket covering the bottom half of my naked body as I admired my boyfriend.

He stood, weight shifted on one foot with the sun causing a heavy silhouette just diagonal of him. The sun peeking through the blinds seems to make his skin shimmer. He was like a star. My star from the place I longed be, is standing right in front of me.

Realization slapped me in the face when I realized that on this dull piece of rock, there are millions of stars. Not just movie stars or rock stars, but there are stars in the eyes of tourist when they travel to place they had never been, or when someone is in love. They have stars brighter than the sun shining in their pupils when they look at their significant other, perhaps that's how I look at Michael, or how he looks at me I'm not entirely sure.

All I know is that in my universe, no, my universe is Michael. The stars are his eyes, the sun, his smile, and the milky way....well I'll leave that to you.

"Like what you see?" I hear him utter from the desk, his back still to me.

"Mm," I hum, "I just can't get enough of it." I mumble lowly and he turns to face me and saunters over to my bedside and crawls in next to me. His arms move skillfully around my waist and he presses our chests together lightly and pecks my lips lovingly.

"You should shower." he mumbles with a smirk on his lips. "You smell like hot sex." he whispers lowly, I force myself not to become turned on again as I writhe beneath his touch.

"Shower with me." I mumble, my finger tips brushing his collar bone softly. He nods and gets up, pulling me with him in a bridal style type of way and walks in the bathroom and sets me on my feet.

I glance at the mirror, seeing my disheveled reflection, my tousled hair, but mist of all the multiple hickeys scattered across my neck, down my chest and even as far up as just below my ear.

"Jesus Michael." I say, straining my neck to get a better look at the deep red-some even purple- marks. "How am I supposed to hide all of these?" I mumble to myself, my finger tips brushing over the marks. Some I flinch, the pressure being to much for the sensitive skin.

"You don't." he whispers, kissing a spot on my neck that isn't red or purple and I notice some small marks on his own chest,  but they're nothing compared to mine. "They suite you, baby." he mumbles against my skin as he reaches behind the curtain and turning the water on. I stare at our reflection in the mirror, Michael has his arms wrapped securely around me with his face in my neck. The counter top was just tall enough to reach above my area, but I was still able to see the light pink hickeys on my hips.

"Christ, I'm just one big hickey." I mumble under my breath.  Michael doesn't say anything as he pulls me into the steamy shower. We do not have another round in the shower, nor do I really want to with the sting in my ass and the tingling in my thighs. We share loving words, small kisses, and gentle touches as we begin to rinse each other. Michael hisses when there's soap that makes contact with his back and only  then I notice the scratch marks I had left behind. I blush and quickly wash the soap off and he turns the water off as well.

I don't think this day could get any better.

Luke

"You have to do it."

"But I cant he's-" they cut me off, not sounding very happy.

"You got the stuff am I correct? Put it in his drink."

"But-" I begin again, but am met with the same tone of voice.

"That's an order, Hemmings! Do it, or you know the consequences." the line goes dead and my heart begins pounding as my gaze floats over to Ashton playing on his phone. I won't let anything happen to him.

I turn my back to my boyfriend and pull the small package out of my pocket and lay it in front of me on the counter. The white powder

haunts me as I pour it into Calum's juice and wait for it to settle before I hand it to him.

"Here you go, mate." I say and sit a decent space apart from him. I can tell he gives me an uneasy look, but I continue to watch whatever show was on the television. I see him drink it, and eventually he drinks it all. I get up nonchalantly and close the door connecting our rooms and wait for the powder to take affect.

In precisely twenty minutes, he's out cold so I stand and open the window looking down to the ground floor where the van is there as promised.

My, oh my, I'm going to hell for this.

a/-n: so what do you think is happening to Calum?

why do you think they're making luke do this?

why am I so tired?

bc I only got three hours of sleep the day before and then had six hours of softball

but I slept thirteen hours last night so

I hope you enjoy and shit