"I hate you" "Why I'm lovely"

*So this is the first chapter/prompt, I wrote this originally at 4am. I hope everyone enjoys my first published work. :)*

BANG-BANG-BANG

I peak out from under my blankets, looking at my docking system; 3:45am. Grumbling under my breath I get out of bed, pulling pants on in the process. "Come on, open the door!" Great he's going to wake the entire floor. Setting my face in the fiercest glare possible while half asleep. I open the door. He's grinning weakly, flashing me a fang.

"I need your help... Please" No shit. I move to the side letting him in, shutting the door behind me. "Don't get blood on my new rug" He laughs and heads to the kitchen, where I placed bandages earlier, before going to sleep. Following him, I help him remove his jacket, taking in the multiple scratches- no gashes, covering his torso. Grabbing scissors I cut his shirt, carefully peeling it from the wounds. "How did this happen?" "You know I cannot answer that"

Rolling my eyes, I start to clean his wounds. "Your sister is better with this sort of thing, why didn't you have her help you?" I feel him tense under my hand. "Kaiden is helping her, she was too hurt to help and Jett is away." He flinches when I dab at the wound on his ribs, "Really? you'd think by now you'd be used to this" I remark, amused. "Shut up, it stings like a bitch" He hisses out. i wrap gauze around his torso, even though he will be mostly healed by morning. He moves to stand, wobbling on his feet, he sits back down. Removing my shirt I sigh. "I hate you"

"Why? I'm lovely" He's clearly amused. "Look at the mess you made, there's blood everywhere. On my new rug, you're cleaning this when you wake and buying me a new rug AGAIN!" "If you're finished, come here" "Yeah, yeah" I move to stand between his legs, his hands wander to my waistband "I like it when you wear my clothes, proves you don't hate me like you claim" His right hand moves up my sides to my neck. " I'm going to bite you now." He is nuzzling my neck, while his right hand grabs a fist full of my hair, moving my head to allow him more space. He licks my neck "Just do it, I'm sure." He nods once before biting me.

It doesn't necessarily hurt, it's more erotic. Well if you're into hot asshole-y vampires. His venom causes my body to relax against him. He's shut off tonight, making me feel pleasure instead of connecting our minds, letting me see his memories. He removes his fangs, licking the bite closing it. he lifts me up, my head spinning "I drank too much, I'm sorry" "s'okay" I mumble, he's carrying me to my room. Placing me on my bed, he removes his pants and shoes, crawling in the bed next to me. He scoots closer to me, cuddle whore. Kissing thr top of my head, he whispers "Goodnight bloodbag" I smile, "Goodnight you damn leach".