Love is a familiar. Love is a Devil. 
There is no evil angel but Love. 
-Love's Labor's Lost

"I won't do anything without your permission, and all of those fuck-tards are too drunk and afraid of me to do anything if you refuse." I snap my head to Xavier, genuinely surprised. Not that I thought he'd try to take advantage of me, but I didn't think he'd be the type of guy to say something before even touching me -save for the helping hand up.

Just because of this I like him more.

"But I have to say, it doesn't seem unappealing at the time, of the things I could do to you right now, or fighting off idiots with a shaver."

And just because of this I hate him.

And just because of this my heart goes haywire, more then it ever has before.

"How are we going to do this?" I ask, surprising myself. "I think it would be too awkward, even for you Mr. Unaffected, to randomly start giving me hickies."

Despite my efforts to make him react like a normal person his lips only quirk up in respond, dark blue making me feel lost.

Something about him is off, different, from how other men have looked at me.

I have no clue what it is.

And then it clicks as he stares at me, just simply stares at my eyes.

He never looks away, or glances down, not even a peek. He acts as if I'm just a floating head, and it's more respect then I've been given in a while.

This, out of all the things that has happened tonight, makes me blush.

"Is that permission?" He asks, taking a step closer to me, a wolfish smile taking over his face.

"Well..." I swallow thickly "It wasn't a no."

Xavier smirks, taking another step towards me. "That's good enough for me. We kiss." He says, getting even closer.

"We kiss?" I echo.

"It's easy. Here," His fingers latch onto my waist, but he still doesn't look down. "I can show you."

Curiosity is flooding me almost as much as desire, but I've always been a questions first action later type of person.

"You're not looking at me," I observe. His lips twitch up this, a painfully attractive smirk splayed on his lips. "Why not?"

"Why? Feeling insecure?" He breaths, the air hot against my face as he purposely leans down.

"No, not at all. I could care less about it. I'm used to people looking, and not looking but never like you. Why don't you look?" I ask, my hands pushing lightly on his chest.

"Well," Xavier chuckles -moving his thumb agonizingly slow over my stomach. "I didn't take you as the type of person who enjoyed being looked at."

I shrug, the action sending my chest bumping into his bare one.

"Sometimes." I say.

"I've observed something too, you never look either." At this a small smirk makes it on my face.

"You didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoys the simple stare, it's not as charming as people think."

He tsks lightly at me. "It's like we're best friends already. I have a proposition for you." I raise a eyebrow, signalling him to continue. He steps away, his hands moving to his sides. I find myself instantly missing his warmth.

Because he's always so warm and I'm always cold.

"You look at me," I gulp. "And I look at you."

Seems harmless enough, though I should have known- -at this forethought my inner voice laughs in a cruel way- -that making a deal with the devil is not a good thing despite any good results.

And that's what people said he was, didn't they?

The Devil.

"Alright -for how long?" Xavier shrugs, arms crossing over his chest as he tilts his head.

"For as long as I want, or until we kiss at least. Nothing more odd then that planned statement." He mutters the last part, and I don't know whether it's okay I laugh or not so I don't.

He acts as if this is a casual thing.

I have to remind myself that for him, things like this are.

"Huh." I say, slightly bewildered by the fact Xavier Wolf is talking about kissing me as if he wouldn't want to barf after or at least enjoy it. "What are you waiting for?" I ask, feeling slightly annoyed at the tension.

It's killing me.

Slowly but surely.

"Oh." Xavier breaths out, darkening blue eyes dipping over my frame, curves, dips and ridges with such intensity I look away first.

But I looked down, towards his chest, and I was not disappointed.

And just like him, I start looking.

Over his chiseled chest, loving the way they ripple and tense as if sensing my gaze before relaxing.

His arms and the muscles bulging out.

His 'V' shaped hips that instantly make me want to trace them, despite where they lead.

I know he's looking at me, and for once I feel like that's okay.

That it's okay for him to look at me, because if I didn't he'd stop.

That it's okay for him to touch me, because I want him to.

And he's the only person so far that I've wanted to touch, and they've wanted to touch me, but first, they asked.

I breath out a ragged breath, the tension in the room too much.

I want to run and never look back.

I also want to grab the back of his neck and never stop kissing him.

I've always been a sucker for bad decision, so I step forward.

Me approaching seems to snap him from whatever daze he was in, I can see the sudden darkness in his eyes and for a moment I think they might be the deepest blue that I've ever seen.

His large hands grab my waist tentatively, experimentally.

I suck in a breath, the heat curling from his palms sends my stomach into a fit.

The flames are back, they still don't hurt.

"Are you sure?" He asks, I frown.

"I don't know how much more sure I can get about this before you just shut up and get this over with."

He chuckles, over the shyness that came with consent, his fingers digging into me as his thumbs press into my lower ribs. "I don't think this is something that should just be over with."

Frowning, I raise a eyebrow. "Why's that?"

His lips turn into a smirk as he licks across the bottom one before responding to me. "Because," He pauses. I roll my eyes at how dramatic this is. "I'll enjoy this way too much."

Our lips rush together, I'm aware of him hunching over just to reach me.

In photography we're doing a unit where we have to measure our partners and put them places that make them stand out, or blend in.

He's 6'5, I'm 5'2.

My arms slide around his neck, letting me bury my hands into his classical black hair.

His tongue asks for entrance and I give it with a gasp.

Suddenly his hands aren't on my waist anymore, they're on my hips.

The grip he has on me is almost painful, but the pressure of it is so pleasurable that word flies over my head.

His thumbs press into my hip bones, causing me to shiver as his fingers stretch out and land splayed on my ass with a squeeze.

"You haven't...been drinking..." He mumbles, I smile into it.

All shyness, awkwardness, is gone.

Anything, any barrier, holding us back is destroyed.

I've never felt so light before.

When he get's tired of hunching over his grips me tighter, I gasp and pull away as he lifts me up.

He stops me from going in for another kiss by speaking. "Is this okay?" He asks, I laugh lightly and tighten my legs around his waist.

"Are you going to ask questions the entire time? There's still a party downstairs." I say, not meaning it.

Xavier keeps one arm under me, as the other holds my thigh. "You aren't doing this because you want to kiss me. You're doing this because you played a game and your best friends a idiot."

"If I didn't want to kiss you," I start and find myself staring at his lips. "Then I don't think I'd be on top of you right now." I pause as I remember his second point. "And I do a lot of things because my best friend is a idiot, kissing is the easy part."

He frowns, but his eyes aren't on mine either.

"What is the hard part?"

"After, when you regret it. Or in class when you remember. When it's all back like it never happened because this is a party, a game and it would have never happened if it wasn't. That's the hard part." I say this in a single breath.

"Why does any of that need to happen?" He asks, pushing me closer to him.

I really wish we were kissing now, instead of talking.

"After tonight?" I reply. "Why wouldn't it."

He smirks, but it's now real.

I personally, don't think any of it's real.

He's a good person.

"Then let's make the most of it before we become hairless." Xavier says, before I could respond his lips are on me again.

And then my back hits a wall and Xavier fits into me like he was meant to be there, and he kisses me and I kiss him and it's good.

Fire coils inside of me as his empty hand touches me, skimming over my waist and bare stomach, gripping onto my hip or side as if he wants to control himself and then looses it a second later as he catches the back of my neck, or cheek.

His hand presses against the side of my ribs, and his thumb is kneading into me.

Xavier lifts me again, and it's all him as he lays me on the bed.

It's all him when he climbs over me and grabs my hips in a steady grip as I lock my ankles around his waist.

He dips down again, his lips connecting with mine for a single second before trailing along my jaw and moving even lower.

I gasp as he places a open mouth kiss on my neck, his body sliding against mine as he lowers himself to press into me. He works, creating something I can only describe as a rhythm, and every time his teeth scrape against me in a nip or his touch flashes out on my skin I can feel myself getting restless with energy.

I feel like we should be doing more.

But I know after tonight, after three 'real hickies' this is the most we'll ever do.

A part of me wants to take this a step further, but I've never been a person who enjoys one night stands. I tried to forget that way, and it only made it worse.

He bites me lightly, a love bite, that causes me to arch into him. His smirk is against my skin as his hips rock into me, my legs wrap around him tighter and hold me to him.

His hands hold onto my hip, keeping them still as my body strains to move with his.

Moving his lips lower onto the base of my neck where it meets my shoulder I'm only aware of the suddenly tight grip I have on his hair when he groans, a sound that's mixed with a growl.

My hands move down to his chest, I find myself tracing his muscles only to dip my fingers into his back as he bites me again. I gasp as his tongue flicks out and sooth over the skin, making the now much cooler air hit me.

As if to spite me his body rocks even harder into mine, he groans again as my hips slip from his hold and fit into his own.

Xavier's resolve slips as I gasp his name, his hands move to my waist and he squeezes as his head rests in the crook of my neck. He breathes deeply, and I know he's controlling himself.

I don't know why- -or really even how given how small I am compared to him- -but I manage to to flip our positions. He blinks at me, but I'm already smashing my lips to his.

He groans and his hands fly to my back and trail down until he can grab my ass, pushing me flush into him and he rolls me back over.

Dominate much?

His hands are still on my thighs, separating my legs as he slides between them. He growls in frustration, slipping his fingers into my waist ban he rips my pants off in a single movement.

Stunned, I just stare at him until I shudder due to the hands running up my legs before they reach my hips. Its all forgotten when I feel the contact of my bare skin against his bare waist.

Soon his lips are attacking me again, quite viciously as he bites me three more times, before kissing me again, one last time. He pulls away with my bottom lip in his mouth, biting lightly before pulling away completely.

Biting is his thing, apparently. He bit me so much tonight, but I guess that's just another wolf thing he lived up to.

Which is odd, because all the accounts from other girls he's just been a quick fuck- -a really good quick fuck- -but he had no special quirks other then being good at his job and very attractive.

If he had a biting habit, our school would know.

But here I am, getting eaten alive in the most pleasant way possible.

Come to think of it, I've never seen a hickie on any of those girls either.

So how is he so good at giving them.

I drop my legs, but my knees are still on either side of his hips.

Probing himself up over me he gives me a second to compose myself before I sit up slightly and meet his gaze. Or at least I would if he wasn't looking over me with a satisfied look, and I start to question the damage he actually did to my neck and chest.

He went from the top of my jaw, down to my cleavage and I never once stopped to think why someone would need so much room for three hickies. "Xavier, what did you do?" I ask this only after I see the wide and genuine smirk pop up.

Sitting up quickly I almost bang into his forehead, which causes him to smirk again and point towards the connected bathroom I failed to notice when I walk in. "Go check, I have to say that was enjoyable."

I want to argue with him on that point, pretend it wasn't good or actually argue with him because it was better then just enjoyable.

That was, in a single word, awful.

In the classical term.

Awe inspiring, and now I'm craving for more- -much more- -then a kiss.

But instead I shoot him a look and crawl off the bed, and stalk off towards the bathroom only to squeak in surprise when his hand shoots out and smacks the expanse of my butt..

"Xavier!" I scold while turning around. "Don't smack my ass."

"Why not? It's a good ass." He says this like it explain it all and excuses him from behavior.

"That's not my point, I don't-" He stands, stopping me from protesting. "What are you doing?" I ask, as his hands currently grip my waist. I notice how his fingers thumbs cross in the middle as I can feel his fingers do the same on my back.

"You said not to smack it," Suddenly he pulls me straight into him, and his hands move down. Before I know what is happening he squeezes my ass. "Is this better?"

"No and like I tried to say was I don't-" Yet again I'm interrupted.

"Don't even try to attempt to say you don't like it," He pulls me closer, hands still on my butt. I shiver, he smirks. "Because I know that would be a lie."

"T-this was supposed to be a game." I say, attempting to step back only to be crushed into his chest. "Not a hook up."

He raises a eyebrow, and mostly to spite me, feigns innocence. "I never said anything about fucking, Princess. Where's your mind been at?"

"Don't even do that right now, I just need to see what you did to my skin." He drops his hold and lets me race into the bathroom.

And at the sight before me, my jaw drops. "She said to give me three separate hickies, not a million AND THREE DARKER SPOTS!" I yell, twisting around to face him.

His isn't paying attention to me, instead his blue eyes are trailing my figure again and he steps forward. Seeing his hands twitch I instantly step back. "Xavier I...stop. Let's just continue the game, please. You're, you're going to regret meeting me. You're going to regret all this. Don't make it harder by regretting it twice."

He's taken aback and angry.

Why is he so mad over that?

We aren't in love, we barely know each other.

But this mad is the kind of mad a boy gets after you break his heart.

"Regret it? Why the fuck would I regret you -All we did was kiss without shirts for a stupid teenage game. I had to mark you, oh the fuck well. It's just a hickie. It was supposed to be a quick fuck." He spits those words like poison, and I find myself flinching.

And then it's like he flipped a switch into the person everyone knows, instead of the boy I don't know but didn't look, the one who asked. 

I don't like this person anymore, and suddenly I feel all alone again.

I wish I really was alone.

A part of me, a very small part of me, expected this.

What I didn't expect the pain that would come with it, but I don't know why it hurts.

It just does.

And somehow that makes it worse.

"It's no wonder you wear what you do, I hope you tell your best friend she's wrong. You're nothing compared to Lana, hell to most girls. Is that why you isolate? Because you're so different? Or is it because of something else -daddy problems? Let me guess, you're not like other girls, and I'm supposed to treat you different because you're special." I feel my face become stoic  at his words and myself become numb. Isn't he just hitting every pressure point today. "It was supposed to be a quick in and out, but you're not even worth it. You're not worth the regret, so don't worry. I don't regret anything." 

I blink once and continue lazily looking at him. 

"Nice pun, with the whole 'quick in and out' thing. I think it really pulls all that bullshit together. And by the way, Xavier, if you're going to make a speech about not regretting something, make sure the person in front of you can't tell you already do." I move past him with my head down and frozen lungs, despite my speech and unshaken voice I feel like dying.

I always feel like dying.

 I'm so sick of feeling like this.

And you know what would stop me from feeling like this?

Dying.

But I promised Jessamine I wouldn't try that again, not while I can help it. 

No body else seems to care about me.

Hmm.

I need to get high or drunk or something.

I need to forget again.

I grab my pants from the ground and slip them up my body in a fluid movement. When I throw the door open both our shirts are hung on it like promised, I calmly lift it up and throw it on myself.

Somehow without looking, I'm aware he's watching me with a guarded expression. 

When I pause in the doorway too look back at him he acts like our roles are reversed, and he has the right to be upset.

That I just told him everything he doesn't want to hear. 

Everything that's true, that I said something deliberately because I knew it would hurt him. 

That I confirmed everything wrong he thinks about himself in a single moment simply out of anger, or spite, or whatever minor inconvenience he may have caused me.

"Night." I nod at him, but when I turn away I feel like I'm suffocating. My hands clutch at the front of my shirt.

I move through the hallway, the part of the house Spinning Murder is played in is always empty besides the players and host. 

Not expecting it when someone grabs my wrist and drags me back to the circle I hear myself gasp as I'm practically thrown into my old spot beside Jessie. 

"Gotta show us the hickies, bitch." A absolute random guy says.

"She's not a-" I cut Jessie off with a hand on her mouth, not wanting her to get into another drunken fight. 

"It doesn't matter what I am right now okay?" She nods, slightly in a daze and I wonder how long I've been gone and what has happened since then. "Here." 

I expose my neck to the group, getting wolf whistles and shouts of pre-school glee that only drunk teenagers can invoke through hickies given by Xavier Wolf, the Devil himself.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

And he does, strolling back into the room, composed as if nothing had happened. He sits across from me, and I'm aware of him staring at me but I ignore him and watch Jessie struggle to sit up.

"Hey Jessie?" I ask, grabbing her arm when she dips forward at a alarming rate. "Wake up, we're gonna go to the car and I'm going to drive you home." 

"That...sounds good..." She slurs, leaning heavily on me.

Despite wanting to die, to get high or drink tequila until I can't remember my own name, I have to take care of my best friend.

"I know right." I smile lightly, loving how she breaks out into a giggle at the sight. "I'm gonna help you stand now, do you think you'll throw up?" I ask, hoping her drunk self knows if she will or not.

Jessie squints at nothing.

"Nope! I feel fine." I sigh and stand, brushing off imaginary dust from my thighs before I use my weight to pull her on her feet.

Thankfully she can almost walk on her own, and I quickly make our way to the back door -thankful I thought of pants with zippers, so our phones and my keys are safe.

I set her in first, rolling down the window and leaning her towards it as a extra precaution after I buckle her in. Next I get in, and the last thing I see before speeding away is Xavier slamming the door open.

Jessie's house is close.

Thankfully her older brother, Julian, meets me at the door and decided to take care of her since he wasn't asleep yet.

It's only 2 am after all.

Who in their right minds would sleep at this time?

He offered me to let me spend the night, since I looked tired and didn't want me to be involved in a accident, but I declined.

I have places to be, dead people to see, problems to discuss.