Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty Eight

--Lucien's POV--
I couldn't help staring at the ugly purple mark I had inflicted upon my own fiancee's throat just after he had been injured in the kidnapping, the poor thing had finally fallen asleep for the first time since he got back purely because he had tired himself out when he got upset. And I can't bear to see him act like this after Cressida. My own father was in a similar situation but Daniel was there for him, and what did I do? I almost stangled Emmett to death when he was vulnerable and hit my own attendant because I couldn't control the sickeningly twisted urges steadily throbbing through every cell of my body slowing growing more forceful and harder to control.

"Lucien, are you still up?" Emmett yawned lifting his head from where I had tucked him in bed rather than leaving him in the study, I moved from where I was standing at the window to sit down next to him "You need sleep too." He scolded free his arm from the blankets to sit it on my thigh.

"I don't deserve to lay beside you after what I did" I shook my head trying to tear my gaze away from the bruising.

"Don't do that. I've had worse, I just want my cuddle demon" He pouted pulling on my sleeve.

"And when I fully succumb to this darkness, how do I know if I won't hurt or kill you" I swallowed and he immediately stopped looking suddenly panic stricken.

"I'm willing to risk it to spend the last of your sane time with you. Or I can spend time trying to fix it" He nodded defiantly sitting up fully now "Then before or after we get married and have little satan babies." He snapped shoving me fully into the bed and throwing the covers over me.

"You're way too optimistic Emmett" I laughed jabbing him in the ribs dragging him closer to me.

"Because you deserve to be happy" He scoffed kicking me in the thigh before throwing his leg over my waist.

"Well I hope you're comfy" I retorted shifting to get into a more comfortable position so I don't end up with a crook neck again.

--Emmett's POV--
I was slowly woken by the dim red glow of the rising sun and and empty spot beside me, I reached blindly for the warm dressing robe that I kept for the cold mornings and haphazardly shrugged it on crawling lethargically out of bed and dragged myself downstairs.

All the curtains were pulled open and the french doors in the sitting area toward the back of the house leading out to the deck were wide open and a godly smell was wafting out of the kitchen. I followed my empty stomach into the kitchen where I found Vincent perched at the kitchen island in front of a whole assortment of food gingerly sipping from a cup.

"Vince? I thought you were still spending time with Igneus?" I cocked my head taking the stool next to him.

Vince grimaced and swallowed the mouthful of liquid in his mouth "Mission, trying to hunt down the guy who shot Nick" He pursed his lips together setting the cup down on the countertop.

"How's the baby treatin' you?" I asked spying the loose fitting shirt covering the more prominent round of his stomach.

"Can't go more than three hours without throwing up, pain in the ass when you're planning a wedding" He laughed laying a hand to his stomach and rubbing gently.

"I haven't even started yet, there's been so much going on" I sighed absently rubbing at the still throbbing bruise around my neck.
"Your neck. What happened." His voice turned grave and I knew I had been caught out.

"I went to look for Lucien and I guess he thought I was an intruder, almost throttled me to death" I laughed dryly but he wasn't looking amused.